Rainer blinked as his focus readjusted to reality. The internal image dropped away, and any sense of the connection beyond a lingering sense of completion was gone. The hand moved, but the person was still there. Rainer must've done something wrong- dropped the thread early or something... But that sense... He had finished...
He turned around to see a boy standing still, an expression of disbelief on his face. Rainer knew of him- the school was too small not to at least recognize everyone- but didn't know him. His name, if Rainer recalled correctly, was Ainsley.
Ainsley continued standing with a frown, hands buried deep in the pockets of his red windbreaker haphazardly thrown over what looked like an inter-mural soccer shirt. His hair, an indiscriminate blond brown color, was probably messy due to having fingers run through it like he did now as Rainer finally met his eyes.
“I, um... Something is wrong.”
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It takes me about 1000-1200 words to get into the swing of things... and then so quickly afterward, I hit word count for the day. How depressing.
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