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Faint. That was how she felt as she reached out to touch him. Faint. That was how her heartbeat would have been... if she had a heart. Faint. That was the sigh that escaped her imaginary lips as she stretched herself, how difficult it was, to find the one man who had ever bothered about her in her previous existence.
"Larry... wake up."
She could not, dared not think of failure. If she did, she would only panic and surrender.
"Rest if you must, but you have GOT to get up." Her voice - if there was one - was trembling as she felt her feeble vapours weaving around him.
"Get up and rescue me. Do not fail me."
How selfish she sounded! Even at a time when she had betrayed him ... or was he who had betrayed her?
It did not matter. All that mattered was that he must live on, live the dream he wanted.
As the moments passed, she exhaled, her troubled gaze wavering between his helpless form and her surroundings...
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