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ᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ ([personal profile] gunpoints) wrote in [community profile] cowbabes 2016-10-06 06:36 pm (UTC)

[ oh lord, he's talking to her. responding to her. she's trying to steady herself, make sense of what's going on, but when a dead man is standing before her, plain as day, while she's surely wide awake, there's no way to explain it.

not in any rational manner.
]

Of c-course I can see you.

[ he looks just as clear and alive as he had months ago, before he'd taken those bullets to the chest, before they'd buried him six feet deep. ]

And I— god almighty, I must be losin' my mind.

[ she looks away from him, like she expects he'll vanish in the space of a heartbeat, like it can't truly be real if she doesn't see him. this has to be a cruel trick her mind has conjured up in an effort to fix his death, she thinks, to make it like he'd never even been gone, because the other options...well.

emma cullen has never been a woman to believe in ghosts.

swallowing around the building trepidation, emma tries to compose herself; it wouldn't do her any good to fall apart in front of something so inexplicable. she takes a slow breath, her fingers curling at her side as she forces herself to turn her eyes up, to just look at faraday, really take him in.
]

You're dead. [ her words are slow, careful. ] I saw you die, Faraday.

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