they’ve all blurred into one . faces of the same woman . somehow you’ve managed to escape our grasp , becoming hidden as a ghost throughout the years . have i crossed your mind ? there are so many variations of love written in literature and portrayed throughout film , but has our version stuck in your mind ? your heart ? the image of your hair falling perfectly on your chest ... each strand an echo of every ‘ i love you ’ i’ve ever said and how many times i’ve said it .
“ NO . ” IT ISN’T POSSIBLE . someone correcting my case . he’s shaking his head , laughing hysterically . it only further pushes the idea of him being unable to correctly do his job . unable to bring justice to these missing women . defective detective . damaged mind unfit to carry on the case . “ it’s not possible she was just wandering around , ”
exhale deeply and gather your thoughts . they continue to claim lila james has been found . plucked out of thin air . safe and sound , witnessed walking down the street three blocks over from the police station . cigarette placed between his lips to prepare for the stress about to assemble itself within him . lighter can’t seem to start . what a way to begin the day . “ i’m fuckin’ tellin’ you it ain’t ” and here we witness a man slowly losing reality .
THE GHOST HAUNTING HIS MIND COMES TO LIFE. cigarette falls to the ground as his mouth is agape . eyes widen . are they filled with : fear , shock , betrayal ? simply looking at her , he can feel his heart shatter once more . oh you’ve ruined us in ways you can’t comprehend . a touch is only cold unless it’s given by your hand . i can’t seem to escape her . she ends up in everyone i’ve ever met . every woman , every man ... everyone suddenly can’t compare to the game you played . the fake shit you pulled really fucked with me .
DID YOU NOT GET ENOUGH ? YOU WANT MORE ? is that why you’re here ? his stance hasn’t changed . 2 minutes have gone by without him saying a word . mouth has closed but words can’t form . i feel paralyzed in place . my legs cemented to the ground , helpless as if i’m caught in a trap . ( this is a trap isn’t it ? ) please let this be some sort of hallucination from sleep deprivation ...
“ c - charlotte ? why ? ”
