The three words he said first made Becky slowly drag her hands away from her face, wide-eyed as she stared out into the night and into the eyes of what looked like her brother. She opened her mouth to speak and no words came out. It felt like all the moisture just past her lips had dried up, leaving her mouth a sweltering desert.
"C-Colin?" she managed to get out, her voice barely a whisper as she blinked away the bit of dampness that puddled in her lower eyelids. Through the mist of tears she tried to blink away and through the darkness that half shielded parts of his face, leaving the rest in shadows, Colin looked like a broken version of himself.
She closed her eyes and swallowed and opened them again, tears slipping down her face. "You're not real..." she whispered to herself. "Stop doing this to yourself, Becky." she pleaded.