[Ears twitch, betraying that Johnny's voice had reached Sola, but the replica doesn't react other than to curl over he's knees tighter and rock slightly, still humming brokenly under his breath.
It's not real... I'm not crazy, I'm not...
His eyes squeeze shut, ear twitching again at the sounds of Johnny moving in the house. Comforting sounds. Imagined sounds.
I want him to be real, he's not real...
His tears make small drops on the floor, reflecting back the firelight.
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It's not real... I'm not crazy, I'm not...
His eyes squeeze shut, ear twitching again at the sounds of Johnny moving in the house. Comforting sounds. Imagined sounds.
I want him to be real, he's not real...
His tears make small drops on the floor, reflecting back the firelight.
I want him to be here...]