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I felt a wave of calm flood through me as I watched Julia carefully. I
wasn't sure what she was doing, but any fear I had was quelled by her reassuring
countenance. I sighed softly as I felt a distinct change in the air, a familiar
scent drifted towards me. I blinked for a moment trying to place the smell, and
then my brow furrowed in remembrance, the dull pain in my heart reminding me of
the person I once was. I drew a sharp breath as I took my eyes from
Julia...looking up into the face of the man I married.
"Patrick," I breathed, unable to form words as I felt a tear slip down my
cheek. "Oh Patrick...is it really you?" I asked as I reached towards him.
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He reached his other hand out and gently traced the tear
away, smiling gently and nodding once to Rachel's hand "Don't let go... she's
using a lot of energy for this."
Julia was also, for lack of a better word, 'zoning' out to
give the two their privacy. At the moment she was just.. there,
channeling. Her expression was calm, smooth and Patrick looked from it to
Rachel. To him, even if Derek was there, it was just the two of them and
he returned her expression as he nodded, putting his forehead against hers and
inhaling deeply "It's me, sweetheart. Just like I've always been.
I've tried so many times to reach you.... a part of me needs to be pinched just
to make sure I'm really here with you."
He chuckled softly, smelling her hair with his eyes
closed, putting every single second to memory "You use the same brand. God
I love that smell."
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