The Awakening
Slowly, painfully, she pushed herself up and turned to face me.
And when our eyes met, I felt it again. That jolt. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had never experienced with anyone else.
Her face was a ruin. Bruises, cuts, the hollow look of starvation and poison. But her eyes, her eyes were exactly the same. Steady. Unbroken. Furious.
"You're wrong," she said. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried more weight than any shout.
"I don't think I am." I stepped closer, close enough to touch her.
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