The woman looks to the woman who's spoken to her a moment, studying her curiously before speaking. "May I ask if we've met before? I know I've seen your face somewhere before, I simply can't place it..."
Sarah nods and a look of recognition crosses her face. "Yes. Yes, you're the girl from the paper. They one they said drowned..."
"Where are we? What kind of place is this? Certainly... certainly this isn't Heaven, is it?" after all the Bible condemns those who take their own life.
That voice. She knows that voice, inside out, backwards and forwards. The voice of the man she's loved through the happiest and hardest of times.
Even so, Sarah does not acknowledge him much. Memories are painful companions, after all, and the last time they had seen one another had not been under pleasant circumstances.
She will though grant her husband a slight nod and pull her arms tighter around herself. "Alfred..."
He pulls back in on himself without stepping back, wrapping his secret grief around himself like a shield against the coldness he sees coming from her.
Nothing he can say could make it better. He heard what they shouted that night, the words used. And she had always been able to see through him. Even through his greatest trick.
"You..." But he can't bring himself to say it. "You're here."
It isn't coldness. Sarah is self-conscious and guilty and hurt... but it is not in her nature to be cold. The only time she could ever recall being cold toward anyone was with alcohol in her blood, and even then she was not ice.
Another nod. "I am. I don't know where 'here' is... but I'm here."
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"Where are we? What kind of place is this? Certainly... certainly this isn't Heaven, is it?" after all the Bible condemns those who take their own life.
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"Sarah?"
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Even so, Sarah does not acknowledge him much. Memories are painful companions, after all, and the last time they had seen one another had not been under pleasant circumstances.
She will though grant her husband a slight nod and pull her arms tighter around herself. "Alfred..."
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Nothing he can say could make it better. He heard what they shouted that night, the words used. And she had always been able to see through him. Even through his greatest trick.
"You..." But he can't bring himself to say it. "You're here."
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Another nod. "I am. I don't know where 'here' is... but I'm here."
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Olivia was beginning to be unsurprised, though she hadn't brought herself to speak with the others yet. Couldn't.
But she'd always regretted not having been able to face Sarah that last time.
"Sarah?"
She is wary, but not unkind.
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The woman nods. "Hello, Olivia."
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Are you alive? Are you here? A dozen impossible questions and none of them really mattering more than the same ones she could've directed at the men.
"How long have you been here?"
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