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I was just standing there when I felt you burning in my mind…
…Literally.
It was like a sudden intrusion, a feeling of being violated by an unwanted presence. He could never begin to fathom where this unseen force had come from, let alone why it had come to him.
All he could wonder, on the other hand, was who or what this unseen force was. He felt the desire to understand it, and nothing more. He didn't even feel too urgent about regaining control of his own body.
In this time he felt the thoughts-the memories-of this unwelcome soul, and he explored it's…his universe. It was a pest, and to get rid of something, you first need to understand it…right?
He saw himself. It was like staring into a mirror. An eerie reflection staring up at you, but with sad, desolate eyes, like those of a lost man, starved of the world. Like there was something he needed to go on. The wonder of what he could need was only a passing thought, and that was before he began to realize how different this soul really was from him.
It was like meeting a person, and learning everything about them in an instant. There was no need for questions, for talk. He felt a sudden and deep understanding of this other boy whom shared his face, and, in some way, his very being. He felt like he had known this young man for years, walked with him on his troubled road.
And, narcissistic as it sounds, instantly he felt he had fallen in love.
If ever there were a case of genuine love at first sight then this would be one-for he knew almost everything there was to know about this teen in a flash, and felt compassion for him, along with a long string of other, unfamiliar feelings.
But still the question needed to be asked:
'Who are you?'
He felt panic bubble up inside…himself? The panic of the soul and mind occupying his body, anyway. This was certainly a lost heart, a lost cause…
Things continued on for a while, and the ghost within him seemed to slowly piece things together, and gain an understanding.
All the while the other stood back and watched from the shadows of the psyche.
When at last he regained control, the other spirit leaving him, carelessly, to die there, he felt sudden shocks of pain, one eye barely opening, sticky with blood from his head and matted hair. The heat of the fire was an intense burning upon his skin…
…And yet the only thing he could wonder as he lay there, dying, was if he would ever truly meet that boy.