[There's no reply. The shaking woman can't speak without some semblance of pain burrowing into her voice, so she doesn't. She curls up further on the couch—if you come here, she has to face the truth, and that is so unbelievably hard to do right now.
You can't be here, because that means it wasn't just her imagination or some dream she couldn't have ever dreamed in the first place.]
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You can't be here, because that means it wasn't just her imagination or some dream she couldn't have ever dreamed in the first place.]