[Her hand jerks, an aborted movement that seems as though she wanted to reach forward and thought better of it.]
He's . . .
[She struggles, faltering. It's so unusual for her, but Robert forces her to break her every rule. She takes half a step forward. They're face to face now, and it's easier than ever to see the similarities between them. The exact same profile, though Rosalind's face is a little more lined than it had been when she was in her early twenties.]
He's everything.
[Just as she says that, softly and reverently, the vision dissipates. They're left out in the woods, trees surrounding them. If nature had any kind of sympathy, it would be raining; as it is, the sun beats down on them both, giving her a good excuse to hiss and glance down.]
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[Her hand jerks, an aborted movement that seems as though she wanted to reach forward and thought better of it.]
He's . . .
[She struggles, faltering. It's so unusual for her, but Robert forces her to break her every rule. She takes half a step forward. They're face to face now, and it's easier than ever to see the similarities between them. The exact same profile, though Rosalind's face is a little more lined than it had been when she was in her early twenties.]
He's everything.
[Just as she says that, softly and reverently, the vision dissipates. They're left out in the woods, trees surrounding them. If nature had any kind of sympathy, it would be raining; as it is, the sun beats down on them both, giving her a good excuse to hiss and glance down.]