I often think about how Jamie came to know Viola's story.
Sure, it could have been research, history books or tales people tell the kids about a lady that roams in the night. But it also could have been Dani.
Dani, waking up in the middle of the night shaking, when her dreams turn into memories of a life that's not hers, but sometimes it really feels like it is. Memories of rage, jealousy, abandonment, stubbornness.
Dani, laying with her in bed watching a movie, but not watching the movie at all. Staring blank at the wall behind the TV, feeling herself being dragged miles away from where she is, into freezing cold places that suffocate her with their weight, and sees through the eyes of the beast that lurks inside her into a reality of sleeping, waking and walking.
Dani, telling her everything she sees, feels and fears between pauses to stabilize her breath and thoughts. And Jamie listens and holds her tight, feeling as if it's the only thing she can do to keep Dani from slipping away into those memories again, almost trying to take off some of those awful feelings from Dani and keep them herself with the way she's pulling Dani against her, with the pressure of her hands on the blonde's back, with the weight of her lips against her love's forehead.
