Edmund was there, next to her, a solid form. He knew what role he would be performing here, and he squeezed Julianna's hand in return. The rain reminded him of home. "We'll be the last ones left," he spoke up. The earth soaked up most of the rain, but small puddles were beginning to form.
"You're getting lost inside your own head, I can tell." His free hand clutched the umbrella.
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on 2013-10-12 11:15 pm (UTC)"You're getting lost inside your own head, I can tell." His free hand clutched the umbrella.