[He barely notices when his drink slips from his fingers, spilling on the sand around him. There's a brighter hint of red that flashes behind his sunglasses, his eyes widening in disbelief when the love of his life, the one that he thought dead all this time, is now in front of him. She's... she's just like as he remembers her. There are no markings from the cosmic force, she looks just like she did before everything went downhill.
And more importantly, the most important thing of all, she's standing in front of him.
Alive.]
...Jean?
[...Is she an illusion, a cruel image made by the people running this place? It wouldn't be the first or even the second time something like this happened, but Scott doesn't dare tear his eyes away from her. He barely notices his legs slowly getting up, allowing him to stand as his mouth silently parts. He... he so desperately wants her to be here, in front of him. With him once more. Can he actually have that? Does he deserve it--
Hope cracks in his chest, along with a wave of other emotions. Sadness, uncertainty, but more overwhelming than anything else, guilt. For not saving her, for not seeing the signs better, for even thinking that he could move on just after five months. But he manages one step forward, one hand reaching out as that wave of loneliness hits its peak. Even if she is an illusion, maybe it's okay to embrace it just this once?]
OwO!!
And more importantly, the most important thing of all, she's standing in front of him.
Alive.]
...Jean?
[...Is she an illusion, a cruel image made by the people running this place? It wouldn't be the first or even the second time something like this happened, but Scott doesn't dare tear his eyes away from her. He barely notices his legs slowly getting up, allowing him to stand as his mouth silently parts. He... he so desperately wants her to be here, in front of him. With him once more. Can he actually have that? Does he deserve it--
Hope cracks in his chest, along with a wave of other emotions. Sadness, uncertainty, but more overwhelming than anything else, guilt. For not saving her, for not seeing the signs better, for even thinking that he could move on just after five months. But he manages one step forward, one hand reaching out as that wave of loneliness hits its peak. Even if she is an illusion, maybe it's okay to embrace it just this once?]
Jean...