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All her worst fears had come true.
They were on the rooftop, which used to be her favorite place, and Jubal would always silently watch her from behind, watching the sunlight spill into her hair, refracting the maroon color. This time, she watched him silently while he looked back at Isobel, and she couldn't read what was in his deep eyes.
She should have reached out, she should have hugged him, how could she not see it? “ It's just no sign ” was a false lie, a poor attempt to try and fill the empty hole inside her. But she didn't, she couldn't say a word, she couldn't move.
He didn't say anything before he righteously disappeared from her sight.
The wind, the only sound; salty tears mingled with the smell of blood in her arms was the last sensation she remembered.
Accompanying her as she awoke were pillows with too much salt and damp cheeks.
It was just a dream, she told herself silently, rubbing the picture frame that lay above her bed, the smiles of the two of them still bright in the yellowed photo, and the time forever frozen in time, three years ago.