A Dream

Summary:

He asks her if she misses, or needs, anything and she says no.

Notes: For r_lee.

Challenge: LJ's 100wordstories
Prompt: A dream

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He asks her if she misses, or needs, anything and she says no. Even though she's aware, simply by how he phrases the question, he'd scour the earth for any certain blade of grass named. She still says no.

She has her tea, a book. She's fine.

But it's a lie.

The other answer would wound him more. He can buy her any solid and solitary thing, but he can't give her the thing she thought of when asked he asked the question. With all the scars they already carry, she doesn't see the point of adding another to them.

II.

It happens every time she looks up. Just for a moment.

His eyes are brown. His skin is fair. While neither are unpleasing, they aren't what she's expects. Even as the days keep passing. She can feel the sensation in her stomach. Light as a butterfly's wing.

It's still him. The smallest quirks. The way he tilts his head. How his mouth reveals the true shapes of his mood. How he stretches his fingers, carefully folds them around antiques. It is him. The man she knew was inside him.

But what she misses, who, is the face from her dreams.