/Oh, god./ Summer closed her eyes, wrenched with pity, hands fisted in her lap. No question — she would have to go in after him, however far down he’d gone. It was a risk, but when wasn’t using her powers a risk? Delicately, she laid her fingers on his hand, offering the feeling of safety, and stepped into his memory
glass shattering
hand wrenching
voice yellingfear pain love hate despair
painfear“Take my hand.”
Isaac saw a light in his memory, a girl telling him to take her hand… He remembers taking it and then his mind is back in the present, his screaming waking him out of his trance. He was gripping her hand hard and then he looked over to who it belonged to. He let it go and backed away. “W-who are you?”
“Summer.” She refolded her legs, so they weren’t falling asleep, and looked at him, head tipped slightly. His breathing was fast, colour poor, and the remnants of the memory lingered in his eyes. Very blue eyes. “Are you alright now, chiyu? It looked like you were having a very bad time there. Is there someone I can call for you?”