Tegan knew there was a time reserved for that of the witching hour - specifically, from half two until three o'clock - but she also knew better than to assume her sister would make an appearance so late. Slowly flicking off the lights of her home as the floorboards creaked against unfamiliar weight, the older of the pair bit her lip, pulling out an incense holder and Sara's favourite book. She took her seat across from the ouija set, cross-legged with the novel in her lap and the scent of what read 'obsession type' wafting around the room. Pale hands shaking under the dim lighting provided solely by the crescent scar in the heavens, the brunette whispered a simple rearrangement of four letters she'd known all her life that now spelt out her disclosure as one half of a whole, chestnut hues heavy with despair slowly lifting to the window, where moonlight washed her carbon copy's features in silver, outlining her ghostly form as if she were still alive. Resting chilled bones on the centrepiece, she asked the luminescent spirit for its name, whose answer directed the glass between the two syllables forever carved into the very organ that pounded against her chest as though attempting to offer its true owner a redemption for its lost life.
A lopsided grin met Sara's shimmering silhouette, and Tegan began to read. The words beneath her stare blotched as tears marked her face with the only indicative emotion she would allow her sister to see, a vulnerability leaking through the cracks in her heart and shattering her ribs as she swallowed her sobs. The last line of the paragraph she was attempting to push through was accompanied by a wisp of air surrounding her jawline, and she shut her eyes tight as her body was wracked with time's oldest enemy - love. Tegan started to tremble under her counterpart's light touch, so soft that she doubted it was there, or if perhaps she had crossed the line into insanity once and for all. When the book was closed by a hand much steadier than her own, but somehow lacking a physical design altogether, she knew her time with her soul mate was fading. A kiss to the cheek and a strangled plea followed a single line of spoken word, but by the time the older of the pair could understand, she was all alone.
'I'm quite sure that we'll find one another in a place that's simpler than this.'
