#enough tl

<Post Alchera; Post War; Life without Iskandar Shepard> For the first time, the gaps between my fingers were filled. I thought how fortunate I must be, how loved by the universe I must be to receive exactly what I needed after so long. How many days did I spend hoping, wishing, and praying for someone to fill the gaps in my soul in the same way? Now, I roll over and reach out. All I find is the emptiness of cool sheets and all the color fades from my world. Where once was a pleasant fulfilling dream now lies the emptiness of my own heart. Where are you? And why have you not come back? I still can’t accept your disappearance. There was a funeral pyre, but no body. You didn’t die but you faded from the universe as if you never existed. The only evidence is the memory you left behind. And memory pales with time. Please come home.

Sometimes I still feel you there, lingering in the back of my head. A warm presence. A familiar thought. Sometimes, you are a soft dream where I still feel your breath in my ear. I hear your voice whispering my name so clearly I wake and expect to find you next to me, smiling down, eyes full of light and hair a curly halo of darkness around your angelic face. I try to grab for you and my fingers find nothing but air that I swear is warmer than the rest of the room. Are you there? Is it just my imagination? Or do you still exist deep down out of the range of human senses, like a static, existing in the white noise of the universe? I tell myself that which gives me the most comfort, that which gives me strength to push forward. When I light incense and pray, it's not to any god. It's to you. I hope you are still there, somewhere. I hope we meet again...And when we do, I will still choose you.