[ his disappearance is so sudden that emma has to blink a few times to realize that he's gone again. it's quick, just like the first time, but that doesn't mean she isn't startled; it's odd enough to have had him right there, only for him to vanish, leaving behind not even a depression in the grass.
like he'd never even existed.
it sets emma on edge again, because it's so hard not to have any solid proof that this faraday is some kind of real. it's easier to convince herself that she's just imagining things when he isn't right in front of her, and she decides she still hasn't wholly written off "madness" as an explanation.
after staring at the same spot for a good minute, she finally drags her eyes away, glancing back at faraday's marker. she finds herself wondering if the other three are stuck in the same kind of limbo, if they're haunting rose creek just as much, but continuing to go unseen by the people of the town. what manner of hellish purgatory that must be, she thinks, before quickly shaking away the thought.
she busies herself with gathering up the gently wilted flowers, setting them aside and replacing them all with the new ones she'd brought along. it's fairly ritualistic, at this point, to simply clean the graves, leave the flowers, and say a prayer for them all, and then return to the town. usually, she feels at peace after visiting the crosses, but today, her mind is turning itself over and over trying to make sense of faraday's appearance. she's not sure what he truly was or how he'd gotten there or what to do about it, but—
if she's honest, it was good to see him.
that thought bothers her more than she can truly articulate, mostly because she's not certain why — just that it had been, almost like a salve had been applied to the aching memories of rose creek's short, painful war.
she tries not to dwell, because she realizes that, in reality, she may not even have the chance to see him again, and if that was one last goodbye, it was probably a good one. ]
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like he'd never even existed.
it sets emma on edge again, because it's so hard not to have any solid proof that this faraday is some kind of real. it's easier to convince herself that she's just imagining things when he isn't right in front of her, and she decides she still hasn't wholly written off "madness" as an explanation.
after staring at the same spot for a good minute, she finally drags her eyes away, glancing back at faraday's marker. she finds herself wondering if the other three are stuck in the same kind of limbo, if they're haunting rose creek just as much, but continuing to go unseen by the people of the town. what manner of hellish purgatory that must be, she thinks, before quickly shaking away the thought.
she busies herself with gathering up the gently wilted flowers, setting them aside and replacing them all with the new ones she'd brought along. it's fairly ritualistic, at this point, to simply clean the graves, leave the flowers, and say a prayer for them all, and then return to the town. usually, she feels at peace after visiting the crosses, but today, her mind is turning itself over and over trying to make sense of faraday's appearance. she's not sure what he truly was or how he'd gotten there or what to do about it, but—
if she's honest, it was good to see him.
that thought bothers her more than she can truly articulate, mostly because she's not certain why — just that it had been, almost like a salve had been applied to the aching memories of rose creek's short, painful war.
she tries not to dwell, because she realizes that, in reality, she may not even have the chance to see him again, and if that was one last goodbye, it was probably a good one. ]