The Dear (Part I)

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He sighed, this only made him ever so more real. To escape human bordom into a land where, yes even he was a myth, ture and pure fiction. As hard as all this was for the dear to take in, her head regardless spun. Floating off into a great cloudly abyss. Everywhere she'd go she'd always invision him. Whether it was perched almost inhumanly on a streetlamp or sprawled acrossed a table, eh was there. Was he just a hallucin....fantisy that she invisioned or was he....no he couldn't have nor would she let her mind allow her to think or accept such thoughts. He never spoke to her, just observed. Watching intently, longingly? At whatever task she was set to do. Was he longing to be where she...? No, she couldn't let these thoughts conquer. It would drive her mentally ill! If she allowed it to. His eyes held a visionof a world so surreal. It made her heart sick with a yerning beyond words.

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!