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"Carm, Carmilla! I'm here, I'm okay!" Laura's voice breaks through the dense fog surrounding my mind, and her hands on my shoulders ground me. All I can think is how it's been so long since I've felt her warmth. How is she here?
"Laura?" My teary voice sounds like a whimper compared to hers, strong and comforting. The sigh I intended came out sounding more like a strangled sob as more tears fall. When was the last time I've cried like this?
"Laura," I sob again. I want to bury my face in her soft, jasmin-scented blonde hair and cling to her and never let go. She's been gone for too long.
But then I open my eyes and my arms are clinging to nothing, and this white padded room feels emptier than before.
