Missing Scene
She watched him. It had been months since they had walked away from one another, since they had shared in so much as friendship. But every now and then they crossed paths. In Nod, in the waking world, they were within an arm's reach but neither would cross that gap. So, when the inevitable happened and they crossed paths, she watched him. She watched him, and he ignored her. It was their thing. Where once they had secret jokes, now they just had cold indifference. This time she had the urge to walk to him and lay her hand on his back. She just needed to touch him, to feel him beneath her fingertips. The need was so strong that her denial of it caused a harsh burning in her chest. Her palms itched, and her feet tried to move her of their own volition. She curled her hands into fists so tight her nails left crescents in her palms and forced herself to walk away.
That night when she got home she brewed her tea, refusing to step foot in Nod and chance seeing him there as well. She quietly dressed for bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, the tears started. She cried openly until sleep finally claimed her and she fell into a restless slumber. She never saw his static figure, watching her from the land between here and Nod. She never felt him put his hand on her shoulder, offering silent support.
She never heard him say, "It hurts me too."
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