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Delusions of a shut-in

Giselle_BK
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What happens when a Shut-in whose only hobby is daydreaming.. finds that one of her delusions has come to life and is attempting to disrupt her beloved hobby? It irritates her even more that this delusion of hers is an unnaturally good looking man, and he seems to know it too. Will this supposed manifestation of her delusions figure out the cause behind her odd behavior and strange hobby? Or will it just remain yet another daydream?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"I'm beginning to fade.."

"I won't let you..you can't just leave after all this.."

"I don't have a choice. But it's not a bad thing though is it?"

"How is you dying..not a bad thing..how can you say that…"

"Me fading away. It means that you have finally moved on. You can live your own life. Out here."

"I don't want to..I don't want the real world..I want you..please stay..please..I'll become worse again..I'll do it..I'll do it for you…just stay with me please.."

"Don't worry. Even after I fade. I'll still be around. As a glimpse. During your shallow daydreams in between your real life. That's always been how it was supposed to be. I was never supposed to be this real to you. So please. Live your life."

A gentle hand stroked a woman's cheek.

"No..please..this is cruel..you're being too cruel..you can't just come into my life..make everything better..and then just go away forever..you're unfair..you're cruel..I..I hate you..!"

The gentle hand slowly began to fade, becoming transparent.

"I'm sorry dear. For making you suffer like this. It really was selfish of me..goodbye..Ruby.."

A light breeze swept across both of them. As it did, so did the man who held her cheek so gently. Being swept away by the wind like seafoam by the beach.

"No..no please..I'm sorry..I lied..I don't hate you..! Please..just stay a little longer..just..a little..longer.."

The only answer she received back were the whispers of leaves rustling in the wind.