Of course I remember that life can be beautiful...
There was an enormous instinct to pull away from her, to swat her hand away, as the two muddy pools poured down toward where she ringleted the ribbons of her long hair, but it was surmountable. There was the thought, oh, if only she knew, and of course the idea that, ah, she doesn't know at all. Consequently, can I be that person for this one human being?
"That was a long time ago, but I remember." Said the defunct dolly eventually, and color tinted her cheeks just barely. A faint rose. Rising up because she was slowly but surely realizing that diving into better memories was a lot more simple, and warming, than playing dead inside the black of tragic ones.
... that's what makes the ugliness more agonizing.
"I'd love to go up and look at the stars with you..." Few people knew how much she liked the stars. Emmy was one of those few. Although a region of her flickered in desiring to linger there by the door, she instead took a few steps away to lead. Keeping the little hand in her as a prize. "Shall we?"