“I don’t think they like me.” The girl said matter-of-factly, never removing her eyes from the mirror as she stroked the brush through her hair which trailed down to her waist where it finally ended with a slight curl.
“When have they ever liked you?” the man responded from behind the girl on his perch on the window seat. His amber eyes watched the girl closely, the way her back was rigid and the way her shoulders hunched naturally as if she was always prepared and waiting for the next beating. Always trying to hide herself so she wasn’t quite as vulnerable to the world which had never treated her kindly.
“I know.” She said with the softest sigh, closing her eyes for a moment before ...view middle of the document...
“I just forgot about you for a minute, I did. Plus–” she began but paused, looking at the man from under a curtain of eyelashes. “I'm not sure if you'd count.”
“And why would that be?” the man asked causally, expressing no more emotion that he ever did. “Don’t I listen to you? Aren’t I by your side when you need me and even when you don’t? Haven’t I fulfilled your definition of a friend to the very last detail?” he questioned, those deadly amber eyes of his boring into the girl. Shuddering under his gaze the girl withdrew her eyes from the man’s and locked eyes on the floor and the faint discoloration of a stain hidden beneath a worn rug that had long since surpassed it’s glory days and was now hanging on by mere fraying threads.
A simple stain, such a mundane thing and so unsuspecting, but it was the same as many other flaws hidden behind layers of lies masquerading as something they weren’t but fooling those who didn’t bother to look further than the filmy outer shell of deception. It was like her scars, borne of rage and a fury she had never understood. But he said she deserved it and she trusted him, her only blood relation in the world, and she never fought back.
“You’re imaginary.” The girl said, cutting to the chase and yet unwilling to meet the man’s eyes even so. “You’re not physical, you’re not real. I’m the only one who can see you, listen to you, speak to you. I want a friend who’s tangible.” She finished, hating the words even as she said them but knowing they were true as soon as they slipped past her lips.
“Imaginary is such a harsh word, don’t you think?” the man responded after a minute and the girl glanced up at him with surprise, wondering why he hadn’t left. Unlike her he could leave whenever he wanted to and yet he still hung around and she had never quite understood his undivided loyalty.
“Right.” She said, still regretting her words with a mad passion but then a smile worked its way onto her face and she looked back up at the man just as he looked back at her with something along the lines of humor hiding in those enticing eyes of his that she was liable to get lost in and never find her way out of.
“Incorporeal, not imaginary.” They said at the same time and the girl couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls like the tinkling of Christmas bells. It was an inside joke, the only one she’d ever shared, and it had existed almost as long as she’d known him.
Recovering the girl swiped at her eyes brushing away a tear that had began to mark a trail down her cheek. She didn’t laugh often but the sheer idea behind it always hit a nerve in her and struck her as funny. The two words hardly had a difference and yet the man had always seemed so serious when he corrected her. “I’m sorry about what I said, let’s just forget it, okay?” she suggested, cocking her head at the man and hoping he’d agree.
“It’s already forgotten. Don’t fret over it Silv, I know you’re just upset.” He said, ever the face of...