Witold almost fainted at the sight before him. Nessa laid on the foot of his balcony door, he grabbed her quickly and set her up on his bed.
He sat beside her dumbfounded, his mind filled with questions, filled with worries, he checked her for wounds suddenly, his mind playing with him or maybe it was force of habit, he found none that he could cure, just scars. He sighed in relief as he sat down again beside her.
His eyes watered as he took time to look at her. See how she looked like then.
Her hair was longer, much longer than he remembered. Her skin was as pale as ever, her clothes were torn, she had a couple of closed wounds that marked her skin. It almost looked like she had been in fights for a long time.
He smiled softly, tears sliding down his face, silent tears.
He couldn't decide what feeling he was experiencing. A part of him wanted to wake her up and hug her forever. Another part wanted to take her to Koba to the group and have them analyze her to no end to actually confirm her existence.
He looked at her once more, this time with a hint of fear as his mind processed this moment. Nessa had come back to the world of the living. But what exactly did she encounter while she was gone? What part of herself was back? What had changed within her?
He remembered then why she had gone to the world of the dead. He remembered his actions back in time, how he had changed her life in order to save her, but also made her forget. He knew that part of her would come back to haunt him. He knew she would never be satisfied until she knew what happened.
His fear came apparent as his hand shook suddenly. If Nadzieja or Nessa as everyone called her, remembered, what would happen to him? would she hate him?
His tears flowed freely now as his fear took over him.
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