author's note:
so several days ago i had decided to revive this idea for an au i imagined at the start of july.
(it originally wasn't supposed to be angsty, but because i read the forest fic when i wrote down chapter one, it developed into a dark fic so-)
anyways, enjoy!
sienna took his hand and examined it.
there was something so...special about his hands. they appeared to be able to execute all types of force, but at the same time, they could create even the most gentle of touch.
it seemed like god had carved them out of marble, every vein and every detail were perfectly palpable, giving a soothing feeling to others' fingertips.
"sienna?"
his voice startled her.
apparently she had fallen into a trance.
"hm?"
"what are you doing?", he asked suspiciously.
"examining your hand,
who knows if there's something wrong?"
robert gave her a light chuckle, "i think my hands are fine, thank you."
are doctors always like this?, he wondered.
she let go of his hand and sat back against the couch, exhaling deeply.
an awkward silence filled the room.
"you won't tell other people about me, will you?"
"how am i supposed to tell others about a 'ghost'? no one would believe me," he replied with a tired tone,
"they'd just think that i'm insane."
"you aren't", she reassured him.
he looked into her pale bark eyes.
"what if i am? what if you're just made up by my mind?"
"robert, did you feel something when i held your hand?"
"..yes."
"did you feel something when we...", sienna fell silent. she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"yes", he sighed,
i did."
"then how am i created by your mind? you can't feel something that's not there, can you?"
robert tried to process what the young woman had told him.
"maybe you're right. maybe you are real.."
she moved closer to him and stared into his eyes.
"i am real.", she claimed.