So many thoughts ultimately became a softly spoken name, "Alice?"
Upon hearing him speak, Jackson Sully paused slightly, his gaze becoming a bit ethereal, as if he hadn't expected him to truly appear.
After a long while, Jackson Sully softly asked, "Why did you come?"
Shane Winchester said nothing, just gazing at her almost avariciously.
He has searched for her for so long, finally finding her, yet she seems like a fragile doll, unable to withstand even half a point of force, much less bear his complex emotions.
"Sit down." Seeing him standstill, Jackson Sully softly spoke, seemingly very calm.
Shane Winchester trembled as he moved forward, his gaze landing on the wrist full of IV drips; her arms remain delicate, hard to grasp, her wrist delicate, hard to grasp, a bit higher, and those deep and shallow scars left due to him come into view.
