Damien's heart stuttered. The light dimmed, revealing a face he knew too well. Elena. Her presence alone was impossible, yet there she was, real and solid right in front of him
"Elena?" His voice came out in a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
She reached out to him caressing his cheek with her fingers. Her touch was warm, but it sent a shiver through him. This couldn't be real. Elena had been gone for half a year now. How...
He reached out to touch her too, assuring himself that it was just an illusion like when he was under Morrigan's spell. As his hand rested on her face, he froze.
This was flesh! His hand didn't pass through her or anything! Could it really be...?
"Elena..." he muttered wide-eyed, unable to believe it "How...how are you—"
Elena's stepped closer. "Damien," she whispered, her voice like a melody he'd forgotten. "It's me."
