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What was she supposed to say, to do? Her physical reaction was immediate, every part of her was alive again and humming with excitement, she was shaking and she was full of emotions, but mostly confusion. She took one shaky step forward, almost falling to her knees, but steadying herself. Was it a dream? Was she drunker than she thought? Or was it some awful prank? It felt real enough, but it simply could not be. She swallowed hard, words caught in her throat, her mouth was dryer than it had ever been and she knew that she was crying before she could even stop herself. It was impossible to ignore the lump in her throat. Kia looked different, off in a way, and her expression made it look like she was scared of her or something, but Benji didn't care. Working in California, the party in her honor, the last five years of hell, it all seemed irrelevant now.

If it was a trick, or a lie, a glamour of any kind, Benji was going to tear someone limb from limb for it. But it still felt real, this was reality, she could feel the slick heat of years coursing down her flushed cheeks. How long had it been since she had seen Kia? Really seen her, so long since she watched the girl's face and her expressions. She had tried not to forget, but five years was long and the brunette's face had become blurred around the edges in Ben's memory. She hated herself for it, but she had forgotten little features, how her hair fell, the location of freckles on her cheeks and how her nose was just the tiniest bit crooked from when she broke it once when they were kids. But this had to be real, it was in full technicolor, every detail and more. It was really Kia. Ben didn't know how, but it was, and she didn't care how because she had gone too long feeling empty without the older girl at her side. "B-Babe?" she managed to choke out, wishing she had something more meaningful to say. Her brain was still in shock, adjusting to the fact that this could be happening, right in this same parking lot. "Kia? What are.. h-how, how did.."

She trailed off, sniffling and unsure what she even wanted to ask. If this was a dream, then it didn't matter, but she had a feeling it wasn't, and she wanted to say the right thing. But what could she possibly say? Ben had no idea. There was still several paces between them, and it was taking all her strength not to rush the brunette. But something was still off about the other girl. She could feel herself choking up again, a hoarse sob bubbling out of her throat as she clapped a hand over her face. "D-Don't leave me again, okay? If this is.. if this is s-some kind of dream, just.. don't wake me up, please don't go."