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(You want to scream) (You want to tear into the nearest tree until your fingers are bloody) (Scream and scream until you prove to him YOU'RE STILL HERE!)
I'm not a ghost.
I know you're not. Change, Sif, I know you're not gone yet.
Then why-?
(Isabeau clears his throat, his mask falling down.) (Then gently, he takes your hand, and holds it tightly.)
It's because I love talking to you! Your stupid jokes, that little smirk you make before telling one. You're too nice, always listening and ready to give the best advice. You're someone I always want to be around.
And the way your hair curls around your face, the sparkle in your eye, you're so small and cute!
But… the blood that falls from your face. The stains in your clothes, the way the light leaves your eye. It's terrifying, it's like I'm watching you slip out from my fingers day after day.
I can't stand it. You're my best friend, and now our time together is over. It hurts. Change, Sif, it hurts to lose you like this.
When I'm around you, I can bask in your light and forget it, but then it comes crashing down all over again. So I just…
I just… don't.
(He doesn't hate you.)













