[She had been looking down at her gloved hands again, examining them, flexing the fingers. It was the easiest thing to do at this point.
She hears Allen before he speaks--her senses haven't been dulled a bit, no matter how much time has passed in this place. Of course he'd still be here. The boy that had filled in so many of the holes in Teresa's heart. No matter how old he got, he'd always be a little boy to her, one she'd do anything for.
But she had left him. Just like Clare.]
Hello, Allen.
[Teresa stays where she is, but opens her arms. Things are blurry, but she remembers affection, at least.]
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She hears Allen before he speaks--her senses haven't been dulled a bit, no matter how much time has passed in this place. Of course he'd still be here. The boy that had filled in so many of the holes in Teresa's heart. No matter how old he got, he'd always be a little boy to her, one she'd do anything for.
But she had left him. Just like Clare.]
Hello, Allen.
[Teresa stays where she is, but opens her arms. Things are blurry, but she remembers affection, at least.]