White Whispers
He stood looking through the misty form of Claire, and she looked back at him.
"White!" Claire's voice echoed. He seemed not to recognize her. He looked at her with care, trying to remember. "White! It's me, Claire Steele."
It was then his eyes brightened, and he gazed at her with amazement. "Claire?" White called. "My love."
Claire was filled with so much passion, ghost-like tears ran down her cheeks, and she grinned. "I've missed you."
White's eyes combed her form, and he said, "Why are you—" but he paused, and didn't finish. He seemed to remember. And he nodded. "I did this. I'm sorry. I couldn't feel. I still can't."
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