( Tumbling through memories is always a strange experience. She wishes she could go to Sarah as she's sitting on the swing, tell her how much family she'll have. How important they'll be to her, how vibrant they'll all be. She wishes that even if she couldn't, she could sit down next to Sarah and just hold her hand, or something. Try to think of anything that'd make it better.
Mrs. S isn't how she imagined her, but she's not sure how she imagined her, exactly. The words resonate though, feel like something Sarissa can relate to so much, and before she knows what to do with that painful, desolate feeling that she knows comes from Sarah and that discomfort that comes from herself, she's drawing out of the dream.
Sarissa exhales, slow and shaky. If she weren't already cuddled against Sarah that's what she'd do now, but instead she leans up, presses a kiss to Sarah's forehead, and hugs her closer. )
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Mrs. S isn't how she imagined her, but she's not sure how she imagined her, exactly. The words resonate though, feel like something Sarissa can relate to so much, and before she knows what to do with that painful, desolate feeling that she knows comes from Sarah and that discomfort that comes from herself, she's drawing out of the dream.
Sarissa exhales, slow and shaky. If she weren't already cuddled against Sarah that's what she'd do now, but instead she leans up, presses a kiss to Sarah's forehead, and hugs her closer. )
I want to be your family forever, Saroula.