[She hates crying, hates how it makes her feel weak, apeear weak, but she can't help it now. All the strength seems to have gone out of her, and for a moment she just lets him hold her, the strength in his arms the only thing keeping her upright.
She can hear his heartbeat. He's here] Real or not real? [She murmurs it into his shirt]
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She can hear his heartbeat. He's here] Real or not real? [She murmurs it into his shirt]