SILLAGE 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘴

deux.

And I remember waking up to the dark ceiling of our room, but you weren't beside me. And I kept calling out to you.

But you didn't answer.

And I walked out of the room, the house was dark, no lights on at all and it led me to believe that you weren't home.

But you were, you were sat by yourself in the living room.

And I barely heard at first, but you silently cried to yourself while gripping something to your chest along with your knees.

"Lisa?" I called out softly, in worry.

But you didn't answer. A sad smile made its way to my lips and I made my way towards you, sitting down beside you and trying my best to meet your eyes.

"Lisa..." My voice came out in a whisper and you whispered something back, letting out another silent sob, hugging the object you held tighter to your chest.

My hand reached out to you, to your hair. "What's the matter, lo — "

My words stopped halfway when I didn't feel your hair, I didn't feel you at all. My hand had just gone right through you.

It felt as if time for me had stopped. Cold sweat running down the back of my neck and I tried to feel you again, and again, and again.

Finally, you pulled away, your head raising.

"Yukhei..." You whimpered and I went on my knees before you. Though, you couldn't see me at all.

"I'm here, Lisa, I'm here." I said desperately, wanting for you to look my way, making it seem as if this moment wasn't true. It was just a nightmare. "Lisa, love, I'm here."

And I looked down to the object on your lap, my eyes widened and heart stopping.

It had been a picture of me.

And I looked up, my eyes meeting yours — but you never realised; you couldn't see me at all. They had a mournful glint, brimmed with tears that slid down and highlighting their path despite darkness being in the room.

It broke my heart. I always hated to see you cry. And if you cried, I always told you to let me be there for you.

But I wasn't there.

Not physically.