Who?
I walked toward it and sat at the far end, the same end I always sat at, and looked at the rest of the bench the way I always looked at the rest of the bench… haha, it's hard to explain… so I just looked… stared.
I couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear or smell or feel anything different. But something was there— not visually, not with any sense I had a name for.
A shape.
Two of them.
The texture of a hand on my head, not that guard's hand, a different one that I recognized without being able to say where from.
The sound of a laugh that I couldn't actually hear. A warmth that didn't come from the sunlight.
I could remember them, somehow… but I couldn't see their faces or remember…. Every time I reached toward them they stepped back.
