The world
doesn’t erupt around us. We don’t fly from a tear in the universe and skid to a
stop in the sand. The world simply takes shape around us and we return to it as
though we were never gone. It’s as easy and as calm as opening our eyes.
The crowd around us do erupt,
this time in cheers. There is still singing. Maybe those towards the back who
don’t know we’ve made it through. We’re swarmed by them and I can’t help but
smile as I’m congratulated and clapped by strong hands from all sides.
Elle is at the front of the mass
before I’ve even blinked. I can see her cheeks are streaked with tearstains.
She doesn’t hesitate before she seizes both me and Yates and pulls us into a
tight hug. I’m always surprised at how powerful Elle can be. I remember her
grasping Teague by the lapels many eternities ago. At least that’s how long it
feels.
I
quickly realised that I should never judge someone for their size. Elle proves
that to me every day. Prejudice is for the foolish and I’m sure she’d be the
first to tell me that too.
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