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Elle spent the rest of her day pacing the house, waiting for Troy to come home. She was most certainly mad at him for telling the doctor about Conley, but she hadnt thought she was this angry; angry enough to ignore him when he spoke. She begged with whoever was listening above to not let this ruin their relationship.

 

It was nearly eight in the evening when Elle finally put Isobella down for the night. She ran her fingers over the child's face, gently, and Isobella closed her eyes, falling asleep without notice. Smiling, Elle left the room, closing the door without a sound.

 

Then, she heard the front door open. She rushed down the steps and around the corner, but came to a halt. Conley stood in the doorway. He reached behind him and closed the door, watching Elle carefully. A small smile spread across his lips as he walked over to her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

 

Elle stood there in shock, feeling the warmth of Conley's hands and lips. It wasnt real, and Elle had to remind herself of that for each and every second that passed. This is not real. She reasoned with herself.

 

Finally, Conley released her and wrapped his arms around her small figure in a passionate embrace. He kissed her cheek, running his fingers through her hair and down her back. "Ive longed for years to feel your body, Elizabeth." He said, kissing her neck and shoulder before kissing her lips once more. "Why arent you happy?"

 

Elle was not sure how to respond to that question. "What do you mean? You arent real. Why should I be happy?" She asked, her voice hysterical. "You arent really here. You arent really kissing me, or holding me."

 

Conley shook his head at her. "No. I am. Elizabeth, I am really here."

 

Elle took a step back, shaking her head. She stepped away again, breaking from Conley's embrace. "This isnt real, and you are dead." She said, putting her hand to her forehead in frustration. "You... You need to go." She said, turning away and walking into the kitchen.

 

"How can you not believe me?!" He asked.

 

Elle didnt even bother to look at him. "Because, its physically impossible!"

 

"But what if it is not?" He asked, holding his hand out to her.

 

Elle stared at his expectant hand, and shook her hand. "It is."

 

"But what if?"