When Laura finally replied, Kiden almost wish she hadn't.
She heard her voice before the words, and it made her heart jolt in her chest, happy before she could line the pieces up—and then the familiarity of it began to sting. It was Laura's voice, the last damn thing she heard before sleeping and what she woke up to, when her mind was too clouded with sleep to make sense of the world outside dreams.
But it was what she was saying that didn't fit. She saw Laura's lips move, but it was as if somebody else was using her mouth to give voice to their thoughts. Who was she? The words were foreign, heavy, and Kiden swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to shake off the feeling of nausea that had spread down to her fingertips and toes.
She rested her elbow against her knee, her forehead against her palm, and closed her eyes.
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She heard her voice before the words, and it made her heart jolt in her chest, happy before she could line the pieces up—and then the familiarity of it began to sting. It was Laura's voice, the last damn thing she heard before sleeping and what she woke up to, when her mind was too clouded with sleep to make sense of the world outside dreams.
But it was what she was saying that didn't fit. She saw Laura's lips move, but it was as if somebody else was using her mouth to give voice to their thoughts. Who was she? The words were foreign, heavy, and Kiden swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to shake off the feeling of nausea that had spread down to her fingertips and toes.
She rested her elbow against her knee, her forehead against her palm, and closed her eyes.
“I'm your friend, Laura.”