[ Even if she did force his hand, he can still be grateful that she showed up for him. He missed her, and he couldn't help but be afraid that he'd never see her again, no matter what promises they made to each other.
His eyes lower and his gaze falls, but then he feels her hands slide into place against his face, and he slowly looks up at her again. ]
You know what I mean. Doctors don't fight darkness monsters. Surgeons. Teachers. Librarians. Things like this might be everywhere, but that doesn't mean everyone sees the darkness. [ A pause. ] Maybe they see the poster but do they see what comes out from behind it? People fight them, but only certain people. People like you and me. Other people don't believe in it. They don't believe in what's behind the poster.
The monster under the bed doesn't exist. The urban legends and folk stories exist, but that's all they are to some people: legends and stories. How do you make people believe that the monsters are real?
[ He gives an involuntary shudder in spite of himself. ]
Polaris is going to come back. [ He pauses again. ] She'll come back, just like I'm going to come back. I'm going to come home.
[ If he says it enough, maybe he'll start to believe it.
She leans against him, and Alan feels or hears something urging him to pull her even closer to him, so that's exactly what he does. There shouldn't be anything separating them, not even the smallest space of inches. Even an inch is too far apart, somehow. They're supposed to be together, and if the darkness tries to stop them, well- then Alan's going to be one of those who fights the darkness whenever he needs to, and even if he doesn't need to. ]
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[ Even if she did force his hand, he can still be grateful that she showed up for him. He missed her, and he couldn't help but be afraid that he'd never see her again, no matter what promises they made to each other.
His eyes lower and his gaze falls, but then he feels her hands slide into place against his face, and he slowly looks up at her again. ]
You know what I mean. Doctors don't fight darkness monsters. Surgeons. Teachers. Librarians. Things like this might be everywhere, but that doesn't mean everyone sees the darkness. [ A pause. ] Maybe they see the poster but do they see what comes out from behind it? People fight them, but only certain people. People like you and me. Other people don't believe in it. They don't believe in what's behind the poster.
The monster under the bed doesn't exist. The urban legends and folk stories exist, but that's all they are to some people: legends and stories. How do you make people believe that the monsters are real?
[ He gives an involuntary shudder in spite of himself. ]
Polaris is going to come back. [ He pauses again. ] She'll come back, just like I'm going to come back. I'm going to come home.
[ If he says it enough, maybe he'll start to believe it.
She leans against him, and Alan feels or hears something urging him to pull her even closer to him, so that's exactly what he does. There shouldn't be anything separating them, not even the smallest space of inches. Even an inch is too far apart, somehow. They're supposed to be together, and if the darkness tries to stop them, well- then Alan's going to be one of those who fights the darkness whenever he needs to, and even if he doesn't need to. ]