She looked down at the strange glittering blue drawing out of her chest, hovering in the space between them. He was faded, nearly transparent.
"Why is this still here?" she managed to glance up faintly.
He lifted his brow, signaling he had no better answer than hers.
"If I only knew how to cut it, though I'm not sure I could bring myself to," her tired words, not his. He was silent. Barely present. A shadow of himself.
The odd shimmering object was the bond between them. Blue now, surprisingly visible yet still intangible. Its surface moved softly as if reacting to a hidden breeze, breathing almost. Thick and cylindrical, she could feel how it was transmitting untold gobs of information—emotions, non-verbal, experience, God knows what.
This thing had been planted in them long ago, linking their souls across space and time. Now it lingered robust and hardy amidst the destruction of each figure's isolated heart.
As they stood in silence, its color began shifting again. Now towards violet, now magenta.