Only Perceptible

Yours

The snow had fallen last night, every thing wore a soft white blanket, making it look surreal. The woods behind her house depicted the movie like beauty.
Every thing was calm and peaceful and serene. Wind swished around, ever so slightly making a wooshing sound. Antelopes springing here and there, enjoying the scenic beauty.
She didn't knew what woke her up, but she can't sleep. She stood in her balcony, mesmerized by the beauty. She felt it again. But this time she's not afraid, she knew this is no one other than her mind hallucinating.
"You returned!", she said her voice drifting off by breeze.
"I had to", she felt it - imprinted.
She laughed humourlessly, "It's happening again, maybe I should consult a psychiatrist, he might help me to get this out of my mind".
"It's nothing! .... if you will impose it on yourself, you will think you really feel it".
A loud laugh echoed - her laugh.
" So now I am talking to myself, is it?"
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"Tell me is it?", she asked again infuriated.
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"Just tell me it's not, tell me I am not imagining, tell me I am fine. I don't want this, it's something I strongly feel it, this can't be mere imagination.", she sunked to the floor- tears falling down her flushed cheeks and she's desperately holding on to last bits of hope, "Tell me everything is fine. Just tell me! This can't be a mental disorder. I have my whole life ahead, my dreams, my ambitions. They can't just rip apart. They... just.. can't...".
And she cried and cried, until no tears fall anymore.
"No! you are not imagining!", a silent whisper came - his soothing voice.
"So what is it? Who are you? Where are you?", she cried desperately looking for answers - any thing that can reassure her it's not that bad at all.
"I am someone yours, and with you for eternity"
"So I really have lost my mind", she weeped up on her misery, up on her shattering life, for herself. Until she fell asleep.