Kid
I look to your figure, your lips going blue. Are you dying in that shell of your skin? Or are you just waiting for me to bring you warmth? I've missed you for so long, distraught that my first encounter with you in months is finding you almost lifeless on my bed. It's as thought you're chiseled from tinted ice and I cry.
"Chrona," your name leaves my lips, "Chrona," I repeat your name again and again, getting louder with each utterance. Your skin becomes warm under my palms and I know that you are going to come to, I just have to beg you a while longer. I hope unto hope that you will recognize my voice, my hands, anything that will bring you back.
Your eyes flutter open, a complacent grin pulling at your lips. Your eyes seem hollow. As though only your physical form is truly you.
"Are you all right, Chrona?" Nygus asks as I look even deeper into your eyes.
You nod your response, but I can tell something is off. The way your grin seems to be mocking me, taunting me in a way that you would never have done before. The only thought in my mind scared me. Am I too late?
She eats just like you, acts just like you, but I know the girl inside you isn't you. She notices the way I shy away from her touch, as though she and you share the memories of us. Part of me looks at her and wants to kiss her, because she looks exactly like you. Are you inside of that body too? I can only wish that you are and that you are fighting this poltergeist taking you over.
Chichue asks me why I don't come for you. I have yet to tell him about Arsippe and that perhaps she is the entity disguising herself as you. Once I figure out if it really is her, I will go to my father and tell him what is going on.