OM 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." Rachel I couldn't take my eyes from him, it seemed that time stood still. "You've been here?" I asked in a whisper, hardly daring to believe his words, let alone the evidence of my senses. I clung to Julia's hand, my anchor to reality as I ran my fingers through Patrick's hair, "no...nothing's changed," I sighed softly. "I missed you so much Patrick," his name now sounding strange on my lips...so many years had past. How many times had I dreamed of his touch, his soft breath caressing my ear as he spoke? I moved closer, resting my head against his chest and inhaling deeply.
