[anna's quiet, taking that in. yes. right. this isn't rose, she just looks like her. looks like her the way she looks now, instead of in anna's memories of her. it's not her and she can't treat her like she is. when the woman pulls away, anna waits for her breath to stop, but it never happens. she can breathe normally, devoid of contact from another—and it, too, makes her heart hurt. in silence, she walks over to the steps and sits down next to this stranger.]
[she feels like she's overstepped, now that the realization is starting to hit her. she'd gotten lost within her own thoughts, her own desires. a small, yet no less false reality of her own weaving. she thinks the words mein Rosenherz without meaning to as she turns her head, blue eyes settling on the woman who can never be that.]
Okay. We can try to find them. What do—[and she closes her eyes and thinks back to the image that had not been the painting of the island.] Was that Elster, that you showed me? Who are they?
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[she feels like she's overstepped, now that the realization is starting to hit her. she'd gotten lost within her own thoughts, her own desires. a small, yet no less false reality of her own weaving. she thinks the words mein Rosenherz without meaning to as she turns her head, blue eyes settling on the woman who can never be that.]
Okay. We can try to find them. What do—[and she closes her eyes and thinks back to the image that had not been the painting of the island.] Was that Elster, that you showed me? Who are they?