[ There's a way to come home from the night and we are going to find it.
The words resonate in Alan's mind, or at least, they attempt to, but he's not sure if he truly believes them yet. He wants to believe, and he wants to have hope that he'll find his way back home one day, but everything seems so impossible. Hopeless, even.
I can't give up. I have to keep trying. I have to keep believing. She's not giving up, so I can't give up either.
Before he can do or say anything else, however, he senses a shift in her demeanor, her attitude. Her composure. She seems desperate, unsettled. She pushes herself against him, and he wraps his arms around her to pull her closer.
He doesn't really know what he's doing, short of holding her and hoping his closeness helps somehow. Helps with what? He doesn't have an answer to that unspoken question.
But if she's looking, she might notice that the lights around them are glowing a little brighter, and they're even beginning to gradually shine a little brighter, growing in brightness a second at a time. Alan himself hasn't noticed anything; he's just holding onto her, hoping that somehow, this helps. What if it doesn't? What if nothing I do helps?
As far as he can tell, he's still in the dark. Oh, there's the street lamps, but they seem dim to Alan's eyes. He can't tell that it's growing brighter, or that the brightness seems to be coming from him.
Maybe he's in too deep to see the light for himself anymore. ]
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The words resonate in Alan's mind, or at least, they attempt to, but he's not sure if he truly believes them yet. He wants to believe, and he wants to have hope that he'll find his way back home one day, but everything seems so impossible. Hopeless, even.
I can't give up. I have to keep trying. I have to keep believing. She's not giving up, so I can't give up either.
Before he can do or say anything else, however, he senses a shift in her demeanor, her attitude. Her composure. She seems desperate, unsettled. She pushes herself against him, and he wraps his arms around her to pull her closer.
He doesn't really know what he's doing, short of holding her and hoping his closeness helps somehow. Helps with what? He doesn't have an answer to that unspoken question.
But if she's looking, she might notice that the lights around them are glowing a little brighter, and they're even beginning to gradually shine a little brighter, growing in brightness a second at a time. Alan himself hasn't noticed anything; he's just holding onto her, hoping that somehow, this helps. What if it doesn't? What if nothing I do helps?
As far as he can tell, he's still in the dark. Oh, there's the street lamps, but they seem dim to Alan's eyes. He can't tell that it's growing brighter, or that the brightness seems to be coming from him.
Maybe he's in too deep to see the light for himself anymore. ]