She had been working on her ice cream thoughtfully as she listened. Until he got to the part about fading away. Her ice cream tumbled from hr fingers falling down, ignored and forgotten as she lunged to close the space between them, to grab the edge of his jacket. As if the words meant he was going to vanish then and there. Was he even really here? Or had she inhaled some odd potion in class and only thought he was? Her eyes were huge and afraid as she curled her hands around the material of her coat, trying to remind herself that it felt solid, he was there. He almost clonked her on the head with his elbow with that gesture, so he had to be really there. Right?

Right?