Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again – Phantom of the Opera

The rain was beginning to beat hard enough against the window so that it made a sort of tapping sound as the circles of water conjugated. I watched with mild interest as the world outside gradually became drenched, though feeling none of the sky water myself as I sat perched upon my window sill. Even the fact that I could see humans scurrying about from my position, thus having the ability to gauge their reactions to the cleansing of their world, held little excitement for me. Not much could excite me anymore.

"Oi, flea, why the hell are you just sitting there looking depressed?" A rough voice reached my ears from the other end of the room, though I didn't even bother turning in order to respond.

"Go away."

"Is that any way to talk to someone who lives here as well?"

"I don't want you here."

"And why the hell is that?"

"Because you're a figment of my imagination."

I looked to the bottle blond this time as I continued, allowing me to see his expression of shock. "You're a figment of my imagination, and I don't want you here. Go away."

The ex-bartender's face conformed to that of agitation, and I couldn't help but be impressed at how accurate I had gotten him, the tacky bartender outfit and everything. I didn't let this show on my face though, instead turning my blank expression back to the window, away from the painfully heart wrenching sight.

"And how do you figure that, louse?" The imaginary creature challenged me.

"Because Shizu-chan is dead." The words were said without the bat of an eye, but I knew that if I didn't say them in a way that was detached, I wouldn't be able to say them at all.

"I thought that the great Izaya Orihara was the only one who could dictate whether or not Shizuo was alive or dead." The voice sounded closer now, and I shrunk back reflexively. Despite my claims of wanting the tall blond to be gone, my subconsciousness screamed for him to stay, to not lose him again, thus doing whatever it could to keep that deep voice in my ear from leaving again.

"Yea, well, it turns out the great Izaya Orihara isn't so great anymore."

"I'm exactly like your 'Shizu-chan'" The alluring voice said from right beside me, though I pushed myself not to turn around and face him.

"No, you're only the way that I knew Shizu-chan, thus making him no longer unpredictable."

I could hear the slight creak in the glass as my personified insanity placed a portion of his weight on it with his hands as he towered over me. "Aren't I close enough though? If I'm of your creation then why not use me? Release some of that pent up emotion for him that you've been keeping locked away."

This has gone far enough, I then decided; I can't take anymore of his teasing me. I set cold, ruby eyes upon the smirking man leaning over me, forcing my expression not to change. Letting my lids slide to a close, I straightened my back out until my lips connected with his, thus meeting cold air and vacant room.

A single tear escaped me as my eyes once again opened, my dream having dissolved like the non-reality that it was. I turned back to my mindless staring out of the window, once again accomplishing nothing, as I had been doing for the past two months.

"I told you that you weren't real."

So, yay, angst.

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