Erik watched as Liv appeared to loose her caution towards him. Yet, perhaps not so much because she thought he was trustworthy, but more because she had started questioning her own reality.
Erik smiled a little sadly. He may not know Liv that well, but the expression on Liv's face was one that would make even the hardest of hearts tremble a little. She looked at her sleeping daughter with a mixture of pain, anxiety, depression, and only a sliver of hope. The hand caressing Astrid's strawberry blond hair trembled.
It was clear to him that she wanted desperately to believe that both she and her daughter remained alive and present in reality, but a part of her didn't dare believe that. Hope was the a dangerous force to let into your mind. It could raise you to great heights just as quickly as it could plunge you down to the deepest depths.
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