Re: quicklog: mary/dylan
[Mary looked up from under her hat, legs splayed out in front of her and palms dirty with little pebbles sticking to her skin. She felt a sudden dampness on her cheeks. The memory was so strong it made her cry. It was familiar, too, like the boy standing in front of her.] Oh, it was- this girl was giggling one second and then so- [Mary lost the words, motioning with her hands like he could tell.] And then she was hooked up to these machines and I was waiting to see if any of it helped and it sucked.
[Mary brushed the dirt off her hand and took his, getting to her feet.] No, I don't mind. Being out here feels better than being inside. [The forest worried for her. It went quiet, like that held breath when a child slips and falls. There was a doe nearby, watching them from behind a tree.]