Or rather, she was near hysterics. Peter wouldn't move. Peter wouldn't get up when he was the one that needed to talk to their -- his uncle. The words wouldn't make a difference from her. She wasn't the one who saw him right before he died. Whose death was her fault. It wasn't her, it was never her.
(She was fake, she was imaginary, every one of her doubts were coming back.)
"What are you talking about!?" She was struggling in his grip now, but weakly and brokenly. "He's right there! Peter, look, he's right the --"
And that's when she looked up again. Looked back over his shoulder to that spot of warmth. And no one was standing there. It was completely empty. She was hallucinating. Seeing things. She was losing her mind and it was taking her down one delusion at a time. Tears rolled down her face and she let out a quivering breath, shaking her entire body.
"He -- he was right there..." Jessica whimpered, slowly sitting back down in her seat. "I saw him..."
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Or rather, she was near hysterics. Peter wouldn't move. Peter wouldn't get up when he was the one that needed to talk to their -- his uncle. The words wouldn't make a difference from her. She wasn't the one who saw him right before he died. Whose death was her fault. It wasn't her, it was never her.
(She was fake, she was imaginary, every one of her doubts were coming back.)
"What are you talking about!?" She was struggling in his grip now, but weakly and brokenly. "He's right there! Peter, look, he's right the --"
And that's when she looked up again. Looked back over his shoulder to that spot of warmth. And no one was standing there. It was completely empty. She was hallucinating. Seeing things. She was losing her mind and it was taking her down one delusion at a time. Tears rolled down her face and she let out a quivering breath, shaking her entire body.
"He -- he was right there..." Jessica whimpered, slowly sitting back down in her seat. "I saw him..."