Act 3

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I felt myself leave my body at night. I watch that wretched body lay there limply. The fine white strings connecting me to her, always bringing me back. She knows i won't leave her. I slide effortlessly through the liquid like air. I know where im heading as i go there every chance i get. Its pitchblack outside and seem to glow. Which is funny because im not good at all. If anyone looked up right now all they'd see was a wisp of a cloud. I wish i was a cloud, id be free to wander unlike now where im bound and caged like an animal. Ive reached my destination and my silk string connecting me to the world tugged as if she were trying to pull me back. I sighed and slid into his room. He lay there on the bed, beautiful. His breathing soft and steady as he held his pillow. I wish it was me. I lay next to him and he smiles in his sleep. He knows im here, the same as every night. I loved his smile so sweet.

My white string tugged and i sighed and rose up to leave. He frowned and murmured

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