𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 || 🕊

The woman he loves

Looking through the digital screen, she stares at me in awe. Those desperate dark eyes of hers, piercing through my non-existent soul, driving me to yearn for only the slightest bit of connection from her.

The slightest bit of touch.

The slightest bit of kiss.

She stands in front of the screen everyday, waiting for something to happen. At first I didn't know what; It seemed to me that she was just another simple girl from the real world. One who idly liked me, and that would be about it.

I was wrong.

I was so so wrong.

Everyday she would sit and watch, with
love in her eyes. That childish grin always plastered on her face when she looked at me, as her blush fiddled with my ghostly heart.

Some days, she comes home with tears on her face, with red in her eyes, sobbing and sobbing, louder and louder as she cries. Tears that overflowed her face, and I do nothing but look, with a swelling in
my chest, and a sting in my veins.

Dare I make a wish to the gods, to let me
be with her, just this once?

My wishes would be ignored, as the crushing
punches in my heart, went sore.

Day after day, I'd look forward to see her, and she'd do the same. I'd touch the boundary that kept us apart. Pretending as if I was just brushing my hands over her face and delicate lips. Like the screen wasn't
there at all.

So on and on it went. An new emotion, scrambling my measly thoughts.

Love, was it?

The feeling when you can't wait to see them, can't wait to know more about them or what they're going to do. That feeling humans feel when they're happy when the person they like, smiles.

Like... you cherish them a lot.

She was the first one to make me feel this way,
in all my years of 'living'.

If only. If only the woman I loved wasn't in a
separate dimension.