She was standing in the park. The image felt so real and yet she knew she wasn't there. Looking down on her hands, they almost felt transparent in the evening sun which was passing its brightness right through her.
Familiar laughs made her freeze for a second before she slowly turned to see the memory chasing past her. The two children holding hand felt so out of place.
She couldn't breathe.
She didn't know she still had this memory.
She recognized them almost immediately. How could she not? Dean looked older from his eight year old self and she looked younger compare to her four year old. She could still remember the touch of his hand as he had held it tightly since her mother had told him to take care of her.
She watched in awe as he patiently walked, matching the pace of her younge
