Phantasmagoria

I am not sure if I am the only one, but given my situation, I probably am. I am not sure if you felt the same way as I did. Hell, I am not even sure if any of you is real. If you are, please stay. I will tell you my story. And if, in any way possible, you may perhaps find her, tell her I was real.

Her name was Keru. Her mother had named her Cherubim, an angel. And an angel she was. She had teal-coloured hair, cut short just above her nape so that she really looked like a cherub. Her eyes were ocean blue and her skin was pale like white coffee. She was tall, but only a few centimetres above my shoulders. Her lips were soft and pink, and was always, always arced upwards. I could not possibly describe her in any other way. It was exactly how I remembered her.