Gone (II)"Go back, Lee."

The same request. The same voice. The same person, and yet, not.

With an appearance so different, with an unfamiliar back turned to him, that his reach never seemed to be enough to be able to grasp it. As if the black monstrous claws hovering behind her were fences and barbed wires separating them, there is a rift that he could not cross. He wondered then; is this how you feel, too