#realworldstarter

Light. Warmth.

Real warmth. Had she known what warmth felt like before? Had she remembered? or had she always taken it for granted? Even through the sweltering heat of that evil place, the rays and sunbeams there didn’t do justice to the strength of the sun. And now, feeling it on her skin again, Jean was sure that she was feeling it again. Really. Could it possibly be...?

Reaching out beside her, Jean grabbed the nearest passerby.

“Excuse me--...” She choked, the possibility of freedom-- of coming home-- stifling her breath. “Do you know... what’s happened?”

Light. Warmth.

Real warmth. Had she known what warmth felt like before? Even through the sweltering heat of that evil place, the rays and sunbeams didn’t do justice to the strength of the sun. And now, feeling it on her skin again, Jean was sure that she felt it again. Could it possibly be...?

Reaching out beside her, Jean grabbed the nearest passerby.

“Excuse me--” She choked, the possibility of freedom--of home-- stifling her breath. “Do you know... what’s happened?”