Yeah, right. Like we'd ever be separated. You're my shadow. I felt your presence when I almost fell off a log. You caught me. I was unharmed.
The thing about psychics is, either they're fake or cautious. I've only met two though, not counting myself. And I felt their fear. I may be younger, but I am strong. Maybe the demon part helped with that. Maybe it's because I stole this body when it was born. But I've been living better than most people did and I, having collected multiple souls and exchanging renewable life energy in exchange for death energy to fuel both halves of my existence, take no caution in spiritual matters.
I tried to counteract whatever the psychic was up to, but you agreed to leave. At least that's what they told me. They told me about your death. Something involving ice skating - a story I don't quite believe. But I don't have to believe it.
I never cared to know your past. I never asked about your name. What mattered wasn't who you were before, what mattered was who you were now.
I trust you. I trusted you'd still be by my side. Always.
And for that, You dreamt with me, once again.
It was a proposal.
We were on a train. You looked out and asked me if I'd told my mum we were dating. I said, not yet. I'd tell her when we got there.
You told me you loved me. (For the first time in words)
You looked at me and asked if I'd marry you. I smiled. You knew I would.
We were outside the apartment. You held my hand and asked if I was sure. I confirmed. I rang the bell.
My mum answered the door. She was surprised when I told her we were getting engaged.
Then you let go.
You looked back from the top of the stairs and smiled. And you said, you'd see me later. You had something to do, but you'd come back later.
I remember. And I trusted. And you came.
The other plane is weird. It changes your energy. You no longer exist in this world as an entity. However, you can exist in different forms. A common example is a ouja board. A not so common example is a body.
This change was less of a bother than expected. You had a good motive. My mum's satisfied. The psychic's out of our lives. And little changed regarding our relationship.
I just look for your energy. I look at mine and see what's missing. The negative image. That's yours. To make a whole.
Or you come uninvited. You're free to roam. I trust us with all.
We agreed to grow up together. In the same body. It may not suit you, but a life is accepted. The image of you is no longer valid. You've grown up with me. We're no longer teenagers. Who knows what you'd look like?
It doesn't matter.
We'll be together forever.
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Together Forever. Unconditionally.
SpiritualBased on a True story - if you beleive in ghosts A girl befriends a spirt, or possibly, a demon and falls in love. A heart-warming short story with a total of six chapters (updates: Fridays at noon) -Possession warning-