Ghosts

*Azalea* · 07-22-2014, 08:08 PM

Azalea felt like it was eternity of standing there alone in that land of nothing. Somehow, though, it felt important she stay put. Something was going to happen, she knew it instinctively.

Her gut wasn't what she lived by and yet Azalea found herself unwilling to wander. She didn't know that there really was anything here to explore. It was barren and past that it was all darkness. Her eyes surveyed the ring of dark out ahead until they locked on two spots of electric green. She took a step forward, recognition spiking in her.

Eyes. And then their owner spoke and her voice hitched loudly in her throat, her legs growing weak and her eyes filling with moisture. A wave of emotion, no, a mountain. She hit it forcefully and Azalea found herself leaning back into a seated position with her shoulders hunched and her mouth gaping open. A ghost. He couldn't be real.

She had heard him though, calling her name. She could see him. He was there.

A dream! This was only a dream, she struggled to remind herself though it felt so damn real.

"Vixe? She managed to choke out. Azalea pushed back to her feet, moving toward him with confused eyes. "But you're... Collision..."

She stopped now, close enough to see all of him now. Still the same steel grey color with the same skeletal markings... and those eyes. He was just as handsome and edgy as she remembered him. Forbidden fruit. But his edges were fuzzy and he seemed... thin... transparent? Not entirely there. Dead. It had to be that. He simply wasn't alive. He really was a ghost.

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