I saw you stand there, you looked so real and human. I hadn't seen you in a while.
"Hi" I said. You smiled softly at me, your eyes apologizing.
"Hi" you whispered before holding out your hand.
"You have to let me go" you say. 'What does that mean' I think to myself. I smile at you and reach out for your hand. When my hand slips through yours and I can't feel your human skin, my heart sinks. Not again.
"I'm sorry" you say. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch your opaque hand trying to hold my real one. I search for the warmth of human flesh, holding onto a hand that doesn't exist.
"Don't let me go, don't leave me" I plead you, searching for life in your eyes. You give me a weak smile as you slowly drift away. I almost had you this time. I keep looking into your eyes as you slowly fade and I'm forced to look through you. I look at my hand, wishing I wasn't human flesh. I hear your voice echoing in my world. "I'll be waiting for you" I sink to my knees, feeling everything crumble. I clench my fist. I try to swallow the lump in my throat as the realization slowly hits. I wake up in a cold sweat, adjusting to the dark room. Everything felt so real and existential that it almost felt wrong to wake up. I never wanted to wake up. I don't want to let you go. I look at the nightstand beside me, a picture of you and me. I remember when I could hold your hands and feel your warmth, when I could see a soul in your eyes, eyes who didn't feel guilty or apologetic. I sit on my bed looking at the picture, wishing I could share another moment with you. In the end you looked so grey and dull. You probably don't remember when I held your hand in the hospital bed or when I broke down at your funeral. You looked so lifeless I almost forgot how alive you were.
