[When he manages to regain his composure - and look up, he'll see...
a figure. It is like a silhouette, but inverted - pure white, in the approximate shape of a human. the feet trail off into nothing, and it - no, she, because even though he cannot see clearly, he knows it's a woman - reaches out, tears trailing down where eyes would be, if she wasn't just a white shadow.
I lied in chat but this is private
a figure. It is like a silhouette, but inverted - pure white, in the approximate shape of a human. the feet trail off into nothing, and it - no, she, because even though he cannot see clearly, he knows it's a woman - reaches out, tears trailing down where eyes would be, if she wasn't just a white shadow.
A whisper comes, softly-]
"Pl a se... p le a e...
P ea e
[ ]
m e...."
[And then
She is gone
like she never existed]