[ She stops, turns, sinks to her knees, and he only pushes himself faster, arms pumping as he wills himself to reach her, to reach her in timeโ
(The last time he saw her, her face was stained with the tears that ran through blood spattered over her cheeks, half-hidden behind a golden glow of chroma. He can still hear her sobs, the raw pain in her voice, her scream as he fell.)
He doesn't break stride, simply goes skidding to his knees as he collects her in his arms, tight, tighter, her small voice now โ you're not real โ merging with the memory of a cool, quiet room in an impossible manor: are you real?
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(The last time he saw her, her face was stained with the tears that ran through blood spattered over her cheeks, half-hidden behind a golden glow of chroma. He can still hear her sobs, the raw pain in her voice, her scream as he fell.)
He doesn't break stride, simply goes skidding to his knees as he collects her in his arms, tight, tighter, her small voice now โ you're not real โ merging with the memory of a cool, quiet room in an impossible manor: are you real?
He's shaking, but the embrace doesn't falter. ]
Maelle. I'm here. I promise, I'm here.