psychosis | 3 |

epilogue

N E U R O S I S

finn, for a moment, had never felt his emotions so purely than when he leant down to her side, tears of terror streaming down his face.

he was begging her to stay alive, as people surrounded the body, waiting for the ambulance.

she stayed eyes closed in his arms, as he brushed loose hair from her cheek.

her lips looked soft like expensive velvet, her tan skin blessed by birth delicate like china.

his fingers laced between hers as his mind trailed away.

her eyes opened, the wound she had fading, healing itself, as the blood that had left her body cleared itself from the path.

"stop frowning, finn" she laughed, the sound echoing though his mind.

he had left by the time the paramedics showed up, believing he had said a hearty goodbye to the girl as she smiled up at him.

and he didn't remember, the next day, that kirrah had in fact, died at the hands of a psychotic stranger.

therefore, slowly, as he came to realise that there was no kirrah at the bar, he believed she had never existed.

She was just a figment of his imagination...

Right?