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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and reality protests. She, it is a she, yes? Yes. Definitely feminine, for all that the eye does not wish to see her, she enters. She is not seen so much as experienced; her robes sound like cessation, her eyes are the color of suicide, her skin is the taste of peace. Tears leak constantly from her eyes.She moves like mortality made flesh as she enters the room. Her steps, like the flow of time, do not falter.

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He stared at the tears for a long time, them up at her. Was he supposed to take her hands? He wasn't the best at riddles but multiple ESPs helped. A little.

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Was she some being embodying sadness or melancholy? Her hands felt... Surreal, almost frightening when he touched them. A cold emptiness like something that wasn't supposed to have a physical sensation.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He does also, although a few moments after she had hers. "D'you cry 'cause you're sad?"

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Hawkins doesn't cry anymore, but he can sympathise.

"About somethin'?"

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Another tiny smile. "Need help?"

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He nodded and paused, letting silence loose again. "I'm Ben Hawkins." Ben offered his hand but he doesn't mind if she doesn't take it.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He let his hand go to his sides. "I better get goin'- no point in botherin' you all day."

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

She

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

With a slight pause, he went on his way. He gave her another glance before he dissapeared into the inevitable Milliways crowd.