She took him away. Away to protect him. Far away. Away from the terrible place. The plants, the crawling flesh. The voices. The people. So many people.
Not many people here. He feels himself trying to crawl back, he gets there more now. Can't make it yet, no, not yet.
Quiet here. Room to breathe.
She’s wrong too. Knows more than she should
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"Cassie?" I frown, what was she doing out here?
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"I was looking for something... maybe we're looking for the same thing?"
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"I hadn't even noticed," I say, utterly confused as to why I'm dreaming about Cassie. Maybe because the plants effected her just as much as they did me. Does that mean we're connected now? Would that explain why she's here and why I can speak and think coherantly, when otherwise I wouldn't be able to string a sentence together?
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"Maybe it's something I created, that I needed for myself? Home isn't home anymore, is it? It's not a sanctuary anymore."
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"How can I ever repay you?" I keep hold of her hands, not wanting to break the connection.
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