doodles with angie

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Page 1: In Jax's mindscape, lit by a single pink lamppost, Jax and Pomni lie back. "Again?" Jax says. "Why do you keep coming back?"

Pomni's eyes are closed, and Jax's arm covers his face. "There's nothing for you here. You have an actual life. People that care about you. The world is literally at your fingertips. Just move on. Forget about me-"

Pomni cuts him off. "You know me better than that."

Jax grimaces, raising his arm. "Tch."

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He stretches out his hand, catching the light. "How do you know that you're not just talking to a ghost - some weird echo of whoever I was - that this whole thing isn't just something you've dreamed up?"

"Well, I have those dreams already," Pomni says. There's a flash of a terrified Jax staring her down. "And they're not nearly as nice."

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"This is real," she says, turning to look at Jax. "I know it is."

She extends a hand to Jax, sending ripples through the space. "Because I know you."

Jax gives her pained look as he considers her, then shrugs it off. “Ha!” he chokes out, hiding his face with a shaky smile. “God, Pomni.”

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He reaches for her hand. "One of these days you're gonna-

"Wake up." Pomni's hand clenches around nothing. On the floor of the pillow fort, she quietly looks on as Jax's abstraction sleeps next to her.