❛ ── 𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚. ೄ

She grinned, shrugging. "We all thought so too, but... He's a tough guy. He was-" She feels something twist in her chest, and her eyes cast downward, a lump rising again in her throat. "He was doing pretty well before I showed up." She said quietly, sighing. "Had a sweet lady+

Appearing from behind a tree, the young girl would greet Christa with a big smile! “ I’m right here~! ”

Her filthy face streaks with bittersweet tears, remembering and embracing the past with a heavy heart. There was so much to tell her; so much that she had gained and lost in the years they had been apart. She had been with Christa and Omid longer than Lee had ever been with+

She lets out a deep breath, one that feels like she'd been holding since she was Eleven, and she can't help the gentle, vulnerable sobs that slip out. When Christa pulled back, Clem peeked down at her leg and then nodded. "My boy saved me... I can't wait for you to meet him."

She laughs briefly at that, knowing the feeling. Her lower lip wobbled, and she ran over to throw her arms around her old friend, prosthetic leg squeaking along the way. "I looked for you - I promise I looked for you."

"Christa...?" She's blinking hard. She's seen things before, she hoped to whatever that she wasn't now. "Are you real?"