[ no, it isn't real, but it feels real to her, it sinks into her consciousness like hooks to keep her riveted to the spot, tempting her with a lure that she cannot hope to resist. the sound of her grandfather's voice has always been a comfort to her, kindly and warm, yet strong and sure. he read to them so often when she was young, he was always there beside her. why did he leave? why would he leave? if he loves her, why didn't he stay?
but as time passes she begins to think that maybe he did not. maybe that terrible reality where he was gone from her life - maybe that was the dream, and this was the reality. things are back to normal, now. the way they were meant to be.
certainly, there is something more insidious at play here, a force that preys on her, winding around her like ivy and holding tightly, for when prompto calls to her she hardly moves, her eyelids flickering, but not opening. ]
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but as time passes she begins to think that maybe he did not. maybe that terrible reality where he was gone from her life - maybe that was the dream, and this was the reality. things are back to normal, now. the way they were meant to be.
certainly, there is something more insidious at play here, a force that preys on her, winding around her like ivy and holding tightly, for when prompto calls to her she hardly moves, her eyelids flickering, but not opening. ]
Just a few more moments..