This wasn't supposed to be happening. The only way she could possibly see him is if she'd passed away, those were the rules. That's how it worked for everyone, and there was no exception. Never was he taught how to respond to this, nor was he told of any occurrence of when this had actually happened. Had she somehow died in the short time between now and when he'd left the bathroom? He hadn't heard her fall, or any sign that she may have passed, and judging from her appearance she was stilled terminally ill. Last he checked, cancer didn't effect the soul, which meant she was still alive - Alive and fully aware of his presence.
Flinching as she dropped, he wasn't even sure how to answer her question. What was he supposed to say? He was her guardian angel and he was just standing around watching her perish? That wouldn't be well said. It's only as she continued to try and calm herself down that a plan would start to form, soon after he'd even walk around the armchair and start to approach. Still nervous, and totally dumbfounded as to how this could even be happening, he had only a single hope. If she went to bed, maybe she'd wake up and not be able to see him anymore, and this can all be tucked away as a sleep induced incident. That, or a reaction to one of the too many pills she takes for her affliction. "Yes, Michayla. Get back to bed, and when you wake I will be no more." The charming figure spoke with a tone that sounded as if he were offering guarantees. Unfortunately for Dezmond, he was scared and unsure if that would even help.
"Here-" He offered his right hand, leaning down some to offer to help get her back to her feet. "I assure you I'm not actually here, I'm simply a symptom of your affliction and medication." Dezmond offered the falsity, uncomfortable with lying but at the same time he wondered if it was really even a lie. Was she so sick and unstable right now that she was on the line of life and death? Was this giving her the ability to somehow perceive him? "Please don't cry, the thing I hate most is seeing you cry. I promise I will bring you no harm. Just try and relax and get back to sleep." With these soft spoken words he'd accidentally spill a bit about himself, and his own desires. Namely how he couldn't stand to see her suffer, more so now that he was actually there to her.
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Romance*~*This is a creative project between myself (Paige) and a colleague of mine (Early). These are posts from a personal back and forth between the two of us that I'll be posting here to read more leisurely in an easier format.*~* Michayla Macy's life...
