Mira's body froze. She wanted to believe that Zamian was really there, hugging her from behind, but a part of her doubted it. Her mind raced with a mixture of disbelief and fear. She could feel his presence, but what if it was just a cruel figment of her imagination? What if, like a dream, he vanished the moment she reached out to him? Slowly, carefully, she raised her hand, her fingers trembling, and placed it on his large palm. His warmth was undeniable.
She turned her head to look up at him, her breath hitching in her throat. Zamian stood there, looking as real as ever. She blinked once, then twice, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. For a brief moment, she caught a look of confusion in his eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly as it had come. She hesitated, then gently pulled her hand away from his, her voice soft and unsure.
"Bend closer," she whispered, barely able to speak above a murmur.