[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.
[His peridot green eyes widened, as he reached out towards the figure, barely able to see her between his tears and her etherealness, gasping silently as she seem to vanish like a bubble.
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]
no subject
But that voice - he knew he did not imagine that]