It's ironic, really, that all those times of her memory 'slipping' when they still believed in the fable have actually made her stronger; made it easier, at least, to reconcile who they'd been told they were with who they're supposed to be. Others weren't so lucky.
He wasn't so lucky.
It breaks her heart to have to wait until he's 'stable' to be allowed to see him. She wishes she were able to help him every step of the way, like he'd tried to for her.
But she's here now. She's able to settle into a chair beside him as he sketches dresses that are lovely, for certain, but nothing like the stuff out of fairytales that he used to make.
It takes a moment to work up enough of a smile so she can manage the greeting, "...Hi."
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Date: 2013-01-01 04:32 pm (UTC)He wasn't so lucky.
It breaks her heart to have to wait until he's 'stable' to be allowed to see him. She wishes she were able to help him every step of the way, like he'd tried to for her.
But she's here now. She's able to settle into a chair beside him as he sketches dresses that are lovely, for certain, but nothing like the stuff out of fairytales that he used to make.
It takes a moment to work up enough of a smile so she can manage the greeting, "...Hi."
Please let him remember her.