can you bind my heart

Once vibrant purple eyes were glued to the form of the pale squirrel, obviously disbelieving as it scurried up to her. Deathbelle spoke her doubts, and accepted that her mind was finally going. She had succumbed to her sorrowful afflictions, this craze was now her reality. Hari, or the squirrel, spoke again. Thanking his lucky stars that she could hear and understand him before he went on. The strange squirrel voice was nothing like her brother’s had been, but his spirit being within was the only explanation. Beyond her going absolutely crazy.

He assured her that it was really him, that something happened to allow him and many other spirits to cross over and arrive here. So perhaps she wasn’t as ill as she had first thought. ”Hari…” She whispered as she finally accepted what she was experiencing. Mind tricks or reality she still wasn’t so sure, but she submitted and accepted that she was being given this gift. Real or not.

The squirrel, or Hari, hopped forward to embrace her foreleg and she accepted his touch. His strange squirrely hands wrapped around her arm as her other paw lifted to hold his back against her. The weirdest affection she had ever received. Tears again streamed down her features as he spoke again, wishing he could take away her pain. ”I know.” She whispered as she lowered her cheek to the top of his squirrely head. She squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to for a moment, just be grateful for this moment with his spirit.