( sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart )
THE AIR GHOSTING PAST HER LIPS is intangible , the threat of an aura however remembered through each passing year spent lifelessly adrift . the past is knocking on the door to her heart , yet she cannot will it open .
there is a girl that is trapped in the inner - most corners of her mind , hiding in the crevices , shaking , & refusing entry of any who dare trespass upon her domain . she trembles like an earth quake , but she never ceases .
there is another girl who lingers complacently in the light of the sun . she shines so bright it's blinding . people are either captivated with her or they're annoyed , but either way , she bounds through life with an abundance of love & heart - felt duty . she exists in some medium of the mind , a part played when she felt more , when she held desire in her hands : to want , to see , to be .
& there is a third entity . more of a ghost than a girl , really . she exists presently in this body that feels more like a desolate apartment than a flourishing home .
she is the one with emptiness beneath the green of her eyes , who meets cloud's gaze for the first time in what feels like centuries , & simultaneously mere minutes . her smile is vague , but it's there . like a heart felt memory plays the strings of her heart , but she can't quite feel once more what she felt as it loops through her mind . so she hums , quietly . she extends her hand to him & it's pale , it's cold .
" it's been a long time . . . hasn't it , cloud ? " she can feel the years pass in the move of her lips .
she's out of touch with everything . the emptiness from her heart aches in a hollowed circle in her chest , & she wants to collapse to the ground & plead for her life to return . for the planet to sing again . for the flowers to speak . for the life to resonate with her very essence . it's gone now . so dull that it doesn't even ache , & she thinks that might be the worst part .
her voice threatens a whisper , the volume just above that of a passing secret . " did you miss me ? "