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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel had slept. Far too deep for the nightmares to follow...and then she'd woken. An empty room, bare and lacking in personality...but safe. There'd been a tray of food, small things that didn't need to stay cool...

"I love you Rachel..."

She couldn't eat. The sandwich was glue in her mouth and tasteless; the remembered words and waves of emotion beating with her pulse.

Love me...

Love me...

Love me back!

With a wordless cry she let the sandwich slip from her fingers as she herself went out the window. The the Lake. Yes, her solace, her peace, her lake where she can sob quietly and not worry about the tears joining the waters just below her feet.

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He bends to kiss her forehead, and loosens his arms from around her. He'll go with her if she wants, but he honestly doesn't expect her to. She needs to burn, not watch out for the land-bound.

[futures_of_ash]

Yes...yes she needs to just watch the flames above the waters...

She kissed his cheek gently and walked back out over the waves, drifting like a ghost...

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He stands and watches her sadly for a few moments before heading back to the bar. He wishes he could fix it for her. He wishes that he could do anything to ease that pain even he can feel. He pauses at the door, looking back over his shoulder at the burning girl out over the lake.

"You know where we are, dear heart. I don't want to hear anything about not wanting to bother us. You're no bother."

He keeps expecting to walk out of his bedroom and find people on his couch; her, Jason, Wellard... they'd all be welcome, they would each get a cup of tea and a sympathetic ear, and no questions asked that they didn't want to answer.