[ At the call of her name, she confused dreams with reality. Was he the one holding the gun? It would explain why it scared her, when the end result was the same as if she drowned herself. If he had been made to kill her then she didn't want to die. She wanted to fall back into the dream and wrench the gun out of his hands. Conversely, she also wanted to wake up, but was too exhausted to manage on her own.
Shadow helped her. He kept talking, in a voice laden with sleep that was a finer detail than her brain could conjure. Jess cursed unintelligibly, turning towards him as she'd come to sleep on her back. Her eyes blinked open, her vision a hazy flood of dim streetlight. ]
Shadow? [ She hadn't quite caught what he'd asked her so instead she implored him for further assurance of his presence. Her hand splayed where she felt warmth and she gripped him gently, though she couldn't tell where. ] I... [ 'm sorry, she stopped herself from saying. She was sorry, for this and many more things, and incapable of partitioning the apology properly. Better not loose it at all, than to lose control of it and herself. ]
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Shadow helped her. He kept talking, in a voice laden with sleep that was a finer detail than her brain could conjure. Jess cursed unintelligibly, turning towards him as she'd come to sleep on her back. Her eyes blinked open, her vision a hazy flood of dim streetlight. ]
Shadow? [ She hadn't quite caught what he'd asked her so instead she implored him for further assurance of his presence. Her hand splayed where she felt warmth and she gripped him gently, though she couldn't tell where. ] I... [ 'm sorry, she stopped herself from saying. She was sorry, for this and many more things, and incapable of partitioning the apology properly. Better not loose it at all, than to lose control of it and herself. ]