[ no, he wasn't expecting to see her there at all. He was halfway expecting not to find anyone here as he'd walked down the hall, listening to the unfamiliar sound of his footsteps creaking on the wooden floors. Alone with his thoughts, he'd probably have assumed that this was some form of purgatory. But if she's here...
He freezes in the doorway, eyes widening at her familiar figure, framed not by the artificial lighting of a sterile room but the gentle dawn streaming through the classroom windows - how she's supposed to look, no doubt, and how he never got to see her. Suddenly faced with the sight of her, the fond look on her face, he finds himself dry-mouthed and glued to the spot for a handful of seconds. ]
... I am dreaming again, aren't I? [ one last dream, maybe - typical that it would be of her. Even so, he finds himself continuing. It's over now. He feels like he can talk to her without shame. ] ... I'm back. Were you waiting for me?
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He freezes in the doorway, eyes widening at her familiar figure, framed not by the artificial lighting of a sterile room but the gentle dawn streaming through the classroom windows - how she's supposed to look, no doubt, and how he never got to see her. Suddenly faced with the sight of her, the fond look on her face, he finds himself dry-mouthed and glued to the spot for a handful of seconds. ]
... I am dreaming again, aren't I? [ one last dream, maybe - typical that it would be of her. Even so, he finds himself continuing. It's over now. He feels like he can talk to her without shame. ] ... I'm back. Were you waiting for me?