She shook her head desperately as she did not want to hear the words he spoke. Eyes still clamped tightly shut. In spite of the fact, salty tears still found a way to flow, seeping past alabaster lids. Staining her cheeks in an endless flow. "Not dead," she managed to choke out at last, "but a ghost all the same." For she was hardly a creature of this world, choosing to live in a world cherished memories than to deal with the harsh truths of reality. So much was forgotten, but never him. He tied her to this world.
The silvered female flinched at feeling his breath as he took in her scent, refusing to reveal her golden eyes still and her audits pressed closed against her head. She did not fear him. She feared his rejection. To all others she was useless. unwanted. trash. To him, at least once upon a time, she had meant something.
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