She would be balance when he wavers, when he shakes and he’s afraid; the girl that filled that role no longer exists. Words hit his ears, none of their meanings connecting as he’s panicked, frightened, backed into a corner and convinced this pleasant nightmare has to come to an end. But he’ll never draw a gun, never point the barrel at her when he glances at her and sees long hair blowing on the wind, that gaze that always searched for the best in people, that twinkled light the night sky away from Chandelier’s glow, and hears those prodding calls from him to hurry up (”Come on, Zephyr! We’ll leave you behind!” She always joked, but God, it was real; it was true—Leanne, don’t go; don’t leave me ALONE!)
Fingers crawl and rake through messy layers of darkened hair, searching and grasping for the edges of his sanity (it’s like that time—he couldn’t accept fate then, couldn’t accept that bullshit reason to die that was apparently SCIENCE, and he can’t accept this girl before him now. But NO, NO, NO, he can’t lose it, can’t lose control—SHOOT IT—NO—can’t let history repeat itself. He’d done so well, so, so WELL—VASHYRON, STOP ME.). He can’t LOOK at her, and squats nearest the ground, clings at locks of his hair and heaves one breath after another. He needs to be calm but blues rapidly shift about—doubles, triples of his shoes pass and swirl—”J-just—”
Immortal child CHOKES, is forced to spit just to keep breathing, “Sh-shut up…” He doesn’t mean to be rude—he can’t help it. She’s TERRIFYING in that resemblance; he’d accepted so long ago she was gone. It felt like an eternity by himself and yet one look at her and the heart that girl had found and gave to him sat in pieces on the floor again. Knees hit the dirt and his brow touches the ground, and for the first time that he can tangibly recall, he prays, asks for anyone, accursed God Himself, to silence the DEMONS beating once more in his chest. “You’re not her… You can’t be HER…”
HIDDEN AWAY inside dreams, he was a recurring character on a story that was mostly not her own. Often seen by eyes that wasn’t hers ( or was it? she isn’t sure any more. ) with this same expression and same attire, it feels extremely odd not to be shaken up after a meeting like this. Haunted gaze that was always yearning, asking for something that she could never understand --- reading people wasn’t her best trait and maybe this person did not require her help at all. But they are calling and reality merges with dreams and this time, she allows herself to be swept away by those memories.
She dreamt of a place that isn’t located on their world. A clock tower, as a girl stands there ( perhaps she is waiting for something. ) but instead, she LEAPS. Jumping from the huge place where she once stood, eyes closed and mind fading away as moment passed. And she felt everything that that same girl felt. Emptiness, fear, relief and maybe a hint of surprise when her eyes are open to be greeted with the boy that’s standing before her now. And then, there is happiness.
But he falls to his knees ( the fantasy SHATTERS and she gasps. ) for how long had she been lost in thought to miss this? His words hit her like a brick in the face but instead, she cannot allow herself to look away. ( Don’t look away. ) She falls, knees meeting the ground without any prior warning as it hurts but one hand moves to him --- it flinches and then it falls to her side as she keeps staring at him.
Previous appointment forgotten, gaze falls on him once more as she bites her lip, unsure of what to do. This girl isn’t the one he thought her to be. It couldn’t be, she could not be two people at the same time. Albeit all their similarities, she did remember him. A distant call from the past, a boy that was scarily familiar from the one that is always on her dreams and now she asks, though voice is merely a whisper for she is scared --- one wrong move and she might damage him more than she already did.
“Say, can you... Tell me your name...? I’ll leave you alone for good after that.”
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