Genuine Phantasm

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Two Shot – Pasithea

"How could a person both be dead and live and see?
It has felled her, and the life is breaking from her now . . .
There is no hope left she will live?
None. This is the day of destiny. It is too strong."

Euripides Alcestis 140 ff

The apartment was dark. The dark curtains were shut, not allowing any light from the sun outside. Not even the television or any device was there to give even just a small source of light.

A small figure laid on the soft comforts of her bed.

They left her – no, them.

He started appearing after they left. Well, not after a month when all of them left. She was shocked at first, but she soon sought comfort from his presence.

Even as months came passing by, there wasn't a day that she didn't see his figure inside her humble abode. He was either sitting on the chair looking at her with those eyes, or was next to her cuddling in her small bed as his hand would be on top of her head. She had seen so many scenarios that she didn't want to go out anymore.

She couldn't see him outside, nor could she see him if there was too much lighting though. She wondered why, but even he looked as confused as she was when she first saw him. They got used to it soon enough.

In the darkness of her apartment, she lived. She would go out sometimes, only for necessary things – food, some necessities, school and work. As such, her skin became paler by the day, though she didn't mind being as pale as him.

She turned to her side, where he laid sleeping. She brushed away the bangs that covered his eyes which made him open it. Those eyes that guided her and seemed to smile at her ever since then. And so, she smiled back.

"I have to go now."

She stood and left the warm bed to prepare for another school day. He simply stared at her, not really saying anything. He never spoke to her though – not once. It was okay, as long as he still graced her with his presence.

That was all she needed.

However, the routine that she had broke when he came back three months later from England. He said he wanted to go back to what they were before – the SPR. All of them looked at her with smiles with the exception of the duo who wore black. They weren't people who loved to smile, after all.

But she wasn't happy.

All she could think was that, 'Why did they come back?'

She wanted to say so many things to them. How could they leave so easily from her life and then come back as if nothing ever happened? She felt so lonely when they left. He even left her with such a hurtful question. He doubted her feelings, that even she came to doubt it too.

Instead of being pained, she smiled back at them, and nodded her head that she was okay with it. She shrugged in a carefree way as if saying, "Why not?"

After everything was done, she left. She went towards her apartment, from walking to jogging and finally running. She felt as if there was a need to see him at this very moment. As she arrived in front of the door, she took a couple of deep breaths and opened it.

And he wasn't there.

Her eyes went wide. Where was he? He was supposed to be always there as she came back.

Always.

And so, she searched her whole apartment. Things were thrown and in disarray. She kept on calling his name even though she knew he wouldn't respond. Still, she persisted.

But to no avail, it seemed.

It was already past midnight, perhaps around two a.m. and her neighbors were already done shouting their complaints on her being noisy and slept peacefully in their own beds. She decided that she'd do the same, and maybe once she would wake up later, he'd be there with his hand on her hair as always.

Yes, as it always had been.

In her dreams, she saw him. But this time, he greeted her. He talked. He finally talked to her. She finally heard his voice after so long.

"It's been a long time, Mai."

He talked as if they didn't meet every day after his brother left her. She could've laughed, but instead, she smiled. She decided that she'd go along his 'it's been so long'.

"Yeah, I missed you. I really missed you, Gene."

It was then days after that her family from SPR decided to check on the brunette seeing that she didn't come back after their first meeting. As the raven-haired teen got the key from the landlady, he opened it only to be repulsed by the smell of something rotten. It was still quite faint, but it was still bad that all of them had to cover their noses. The priestess was complaining on how the girl survived with this smell. The monk also took the time to tell everyone about the mess the apartment was in.

The raven-haired teen, however, had other suspicions ever since the scent assaulted his nose. Maybe all of them thought of the same thing, but simply decided to ignore such possibility. It was absurd to even think that the happy little brunette would be in such a state. However, their suspicions were proven right when they entered her room.

There she lay, slowly decaying seeing that the room was quite cold.

Because she never wanted to wake up when she was with someone she loved to her death. She never really understood how on earth could she not wake up like she normally did, but she was happy she didn't.

After all, it was all thanks to Oliver that she finally realized her feelings for the dead twin.

And she gives her thanks before flying about until she was reunited with the person she wanted to be with. He had a weird look as his eyes were fixed on the grieving people below, as if he was apologizing.

Soon, all that's left of the two were small fleeting sparks of white.

"Me…or Gene?"

Perhaps, she really did love the dead twin.

A/N: I don't know why I did this.

-PauleenAnne