Only Perceptible

Gone

She was conflicted, whether it was a dream or did it really happened last night. But how come she can feel when there is nothing - no one. So this must be a dream,  upon which she desperately agreed and decided not to further worry her parents because of her mental sickness. She is strong and she can fight it all by herself.
A weird thought crossed her mind - is it really mere imagination or what if it really is happening in real life.
She forced her thoughts shut and took a cold bath with mild warm water which was too cold for this snowy weather.
She get dressed and rushed to have her breakfast and then to her classes. After all that was she was supposed to do, ignore everything else and focus on studies.
And she had aims and ambitions she need to achieve.
Later that evening when she returned home she was tired even today was not some tiresome day like any other. She was tired, not physically but mentally. It was too much for her to bear alone. She needs someone who would understand her- without judging ,despite her family and friends she felt lonely. She wants a confidant- an unconditional confidant.
May be she could talk to her sister or her father or mother or brother, perhaps after dinner she could tell her father....
She pushed her raging thoughts aside and concentrated on the family talks they were having on the dinner table during dinner.
They were all happy. Chatting about the upcoming vacations and her mother and sister arguing about the shopping and all.
Her brother insisting her dad to buy him a sports bike. And her father insisting he's too young to have one, he's barely into high school. There they were - her happy family and there she was about to ruin their plans, their happiness, for what - just for her mere self contentment. She can't do this.
And she can't take all of this alone. She's frustrated, and emotionally wrecked, and tired. She wants some peace. And it was getting unbearable so she decided to leave during dinner.
Her father was the first one to ask her to stay and have her dinner, but she can't just shatter before them all and needs to go to her room as soon as possible. And she told him she's tired and wants some rest and she is definitely not hungry. Her father didn't press more upon her and let her leave.
As soon as the door closed behind her, she broke in a heaving, crying mess. And she let all the misery come crashing down upon her. And she weeped relentlessly. She want answers, answers to all her unspoken questions. And a final conclusion to all this, that is happening to her.
And the wind whipped her hairs, when she was crying beside her bed, her face in her palms. It seemed like an eternal agony to her before she sensed again that burning gaze. And a low whisper caught her off guard.
"Don't", a desperate whisper.
"What don't", she shrieked.
"Just don't cry", another desperate call for her to stop crying.
"Are you insane?", she choked between her tears that were falling really hard, "First you make my life miserable for me and you say not to even cry!", she shouted her voice full of hatred. "What have you done to me! Who are you? Where are you? Just leave me alone. Your presence is ... it's... it's a curse. Just go away. Leave", she sobbed.
"No! Don't say anything unless you mean it", the pained whisper resonated in the room full of her cries.
She lifted off from the bedside and made her way towards balcony from where she felt the gaze. "You think this is a joke! Right? You think I am kidding by asking you to leave, by asking you to get away from me? You think this is all I want. This pain, this misery.", she said tears silently falling.
And then it was all gone. No whisper came, the burning gaze she felt a moment before was no longer burning her face. Is he really gone?  And she panicked.
"Where are you?", she rushed to balcony railing, and hold them with such force that turned her knuckles white.
"No you can't go like this! Answer me! You have to answer. Atleast you owe me this much! Who are you? Where are you?", she called out desperately, searching for some sound- his sound. But she found nothing.
He was gone, just like he came - with a swish of the wind.
"Noooo!", was all she cried, was he really gone, just like this. And she cried and cried. But nothing came.