Omori....
[It’s disconcerting, to touch an illusion. But she pulls for his hand anyway, as if to clasp it. A silent promise.]
I hope he can forgive himself, too.
[He’s smiling....]
[She squeezes hands that aren’t there. There’s the faintest trace of a smile in return.]
Bye, Omori.
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[His voice is warped, far away like he's down the road, not sitting right in front of her. When she touches him, her hand fazes through nothing.]
He's so sorry...
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Omori....
[It’s disconcerting, to touch an illusion. But she pulls for his hand anyway, as if to clasp it. A silent promise.]
I hope he can forgive himself, too.
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[Maybe..
[He can...
[Omori clasps her hands back. He underestimated them...Sunny's idealized versions aren't all that different after all, as it turns out.]
Bye, Aubrey.
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[He’s smiling....]
[She squeezes hands that aren’t there. There’s the faintest trace of a smile in return.]
Bye, Omori.