Summary: Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Perhaps they're just one in the same. These days he can't be certain.

Author's Note: So this idea has been rattling around my brain for quite some time now. I'll admit, the basic idea isn't very original (…saw some people talking about it on tumblr…)

But yeah, so I really find the psychology of it all, particularly the study of mental disorders and the brain and perceptions, absolutely fascinating.

Basically this story idea stems from earlier fan-internet speculation and my own little twists (which I am sooooper dooper excited for), and mostly from the half a semester I've started of general psychology.

So clearly I am no expert on the subject. No siree, not at allll.

Okay, okay, but enough chit chat.

Lyrics credit for this teeny tiny chapter goes to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Because it's perfectly cliché n yeah.

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Any way the wind blows

He sees her on the eve of the anniversary of her death, dressed in white, mud blotting the hem of her ghostly tatters. But when he blinks, she's gone in a flash. In the next instant, he can feel her air raining on his neck.

"Julia!" he calls out, his voice ringing foreign and unfamiliar, trembling like her shallow, easy breath in his ear.

It's almost midnight, though he remains paralyzed in his car—the ominous, obscene hearse, sitting idly in his parents' driveway. His hands lay frozen in midair, halfway between jamming the key in the ignition and bringing his hands to rest on the steering wheel.

He knows not how he got there and wonders vaguely for why. Vain and rueful, his voice is now but a whisper.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Her sigh echoes in the dark, her breath tickling his ear. He can feel it tugging, hovering, drifting through the air, swirling up and trailing around his earlobe, until at last swarming against the metal piercing his skin.

"Eli—" The wind whispers, answering his question with another. "Why must you ruin everything?"

Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters…
Anyway the wind blows