Henry slowed down when France didn't turn, his brows creasing up with concern. If France had just arrived, maybe he was confused. Or upset. Or maybe this was an entirely different France all together. Soon the gap between them had shrunk to only an arm's lenght.
When Walter turned ever so slightly, his profile stood in sharp relief against the pinkish orange light of the morning. It was a shape that had carved itself into Henry's lizard brain during those long hellish hours in the Otherworld.
The world slowed down. Shops stopped opening. It seemed as though the Pidove taking off overhead froze in the air. Henry felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice into the pit of his stomach.
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When Walter turned ever so slightly, his profile stood in sharp relief against the pinkish orange light of the morning. It was a shape that had carved itself into Henry's lizard brain during those long hellish hours in the Otherworld.
The world slowed down. Shops stopped opening. It seemed as though the Pidove taking off overhead froze in the air. Henry felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice into the pit of his stomach.
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