Phantom

By xannychan

Short A/N: Dipping my toes into the fandom and in one of the most dangerous of ships.

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I know you exist, as surely as the deck in my hands, as surely as the heart of the cards in which I so firmly believe. And yet you do not—only living in my mind, stirring my thoughts as only ghosts can.

What is it like, being inside of my mind, an integral part of my body and soul? What do you feel, truly? Is it skin that you touch when you whisper mysterious words? Or is it only what you wish were skin, what should have been living and breathing that is not?

And so, deep in the labyrinth that is our minds combined, I wonder if you realize that this Darkness, the name which you have given yourself, is the name of my deepest sorrows. I wonder in the mystery of two lives, vastly separated by generations such as ours, and touch the face that is like fine dust—smooth, soft, and, ultimately, fleeting.

In a way, your kisses hurt more deeply than the place in my soul in which you reside; by strange circumstance, it is when you tell me you love me that my heart breaks.

Perhaps it is because these things do not exist—these kisses, touches, words, they are only projections of possibility, illusions of emotion.

Only pieces of puzzles.