FINGERS FIDDLE with a piece of grass she’d picked up from the ground , blue eyes focus on it as if it holds all the answers , as if it can somehow explain everything her mind can’t seem to figure out. she feels her connection to him , lingering invisibly in the air almost like a phantom limb —- she remembers hearing his voice in her head , sees his face perfectly when she closes her eyes and she wonders why. why him , why them. “ thomas , “ she tries to reach out to him again in her mind, he’s not far ( she feels it , inexplicably ) and she could’ve easily found him but here , among the trees , it’s quieter , more private. teresa can feel the HINT of a headache coming , her own voice reverberating in her mind as she tries again , and again , wondering if he can somehow hear her. or maybe he can’t , maybe she’s crazy , maybe it’s all in her head.
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