[open] i could open the door and breathe in the dust

[Gale]

Gale started under neon lights, then it all got dark i only know how to go too far “Yes. You,” Gale replies, beckoning her nearer without taking his gaze from place across the River. She complies, slowly enough that he tears his attention away to ensure that she’s not changed her mind. He looks her over with a curious electric blue gaze, and the flicker of recognition he feels is enough to make him look away. His memory is too good, so he does not give himself time to think why she might be familiar. It is far too likely that it is for something he’d like to forget. Too much life has passed since their first meeting, and what it contained reaches out toward the rest of his memories like the creeping shadows that he had finally shed. Their touch remains, and he glances down toward his feet as though expecting to find them there. Nothing. What are you looking at? She asks, and he looks back up with a shrug, grateful for the distraction. “I’m not entirely sure,” he answers, his words trailing off as he turns his attention back to the nothing. “But I’ve been trying to figure it out.” “I can’t cross it. I was wondering if you might be able to.” @Hourglass