Jessie

(You return with the glass. Jessie takes it, drinks, then freezes with it still against her lips.) (Her eyes lift to yours.) “Why the hell did I even come here?” (And suddenly you understand. Two years after leaving, she may have been running on autopilot—but some part of her still knew exactly where home was.)

*I sit down next to her and hug her tenderly.*

*She stiffens at first, then relaxes and leans into the hug. She buries her face in your chest, her shoulders shaking as she cries.*