slipping from my fingers (but your ghost still lingers)
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it's like she's silk
slipping from your fingers
with a secretive little smile
but her ghost still lingers
and it makes you go blind
how long will you keep the ruse up, darling?
she's gone now, so let her go
(but you can't, my love, 'cause madness took your mind)
her ghost is everywhere.
in the hallways of the dauntless headquarters, in the dull abnegation house… her blonde hair gleams in a phantom halo and her blue eyes shine like the sky above.
he can't take it anymore.
he can feel her everywhere, on his lips, in his breath, in his tears… everywhere.
she won't let go.
the wind sounds like her laugh as he races down the zip line, spreading her ashes to the ground. he feels like crying but the air is like her hands, wiping them away before the can even fall.
he loved her. loves her.
and he can't let go.
he won't let go.
she saved him – from a place where he didn't belong, he never belonged. she was his everything.
and now she is gone.
if you die, i die too.
he remembers those words, as clear as day.
so why isn't he dead yet?
he feels trapped, dead inside, yet so alive with fear and regret and sorrow.
sometimes, he thinks he's healing.
but then, her lifeless form flashes before his eyes and he collapses again, into a never-ending spiral of sorrow.
her ghost dances before his eyes.
and somehow, his lips crack into a content smile.
tobias eaton
you expect the ghosts to let you go, darling, but how can they, when you cling onto them in your sorrow?
old story of mine popped out when i was clearing out trash from my computer. i actually want to do a tobias/christina, so consider this a prequel of sorts to that story. :)
also, i'll be editing all my stories very soon, and tying up all the loose ends left in my incomplete multi-chapter works. i'm on christmas break so i've a lot of free time.