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Owen can feel Maddy's excited gaze on him as he stands in front of her bedroom mirror.
It's just a dress, he tells himself, breathing deeply. It's just a dress. We're just messing around.
When his eyes flutter open, and he sees himself standing there, pink straps over his shoulders, something clicks, and he sees her, too.
He sees her. The girl that's always been there. A beautiful, powerful girl, so clear and close, yet just out of reach.
Owen tries to ignore the pit in her stomach, and the way her throat tightens.
Static fills her chest. She smiles.