Chapter Six
Title: Sphinxlike
I’m crying.
The tears aren’t rolling down my face but they are in my eyes. Pricking at the sidelines.
Waiting to fall.
Mitchell is here. He’s with me. I can see him. I can talk to him. But it’s not… real.
His hand’s touching mine and he’s smiling at me -he stops quickly though- but why can’t I feel him.
Nothings real anymore.
Not even death.
I don’t understand.
There is silence and it is as if Mitchell has fallen into my thoughts.
“George, will you speak again?”
I could laugh at that, it’s so old fashioned.
I croak, my voice having exhausted itself by saying his name.
He looks at me anyway.
I close my eyes. I’m tired.
“Mitch-”
He tightening his hold on my hand even as I fade off the end of his name.
My heartbeat is steady.
His is nonexistent.
I am at peace.
“Mitchell.”
It’s a hissed voice.
It’s Annie.
Annie doesn’t hiss.
Annie hasn’t been in the room since… I don’t know. I don’t remember her being here with me.
Maybe she felt uncomfortable.
She’s still speaking.
I’m vaguely listening.
I know I’m not the intended recipient.
I look asleep after all.
“They’re here, Mitchell, I don’t know how they knew but they’re here.”
Mitchell drags his hand away from mine and I’m bereaved at the loss of contact.
Annie might have hissed but Mitchell…
Mitchell snarls.
Although the situation doesn’t warrant it, I feel pleased they are my animal pack.
Mitchell snarls again and I feel him rise out of his perched seat and there is a knock on the door.
A hand against wood has never sounded so ominous.
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I’m crying.
The tears aren’t rolling down my face but they are in my eyes. Pricking at the sidelines.
Waiting to fall.
Mitchell is here. He’s with me. I can see him. I can talk to him. But it’s not… real.
His hand’s touching mine and he’s smiling at me -he stops quickly though- but why can’t I feel him.
Nothings real anymore.
Not even death.
I don’t understand.
There is silence and it is as if Mitchell has fallen into my thoughts.
“George, will you speak again?”
I could laugh at that, it’s so old fashioned.
I croak, my voice having exhausted itself by saying his name.
He looks at me anyway.
I close my eyes. I’m tired.
“Mitch-”
He tightening his hold on my hand even as I fade off the end of his name.
My heartbeat is steady.
His is nonexistent.
I am at peace.
“Mitchell.”
It’s a hissed voice.
It’s Annie.
Annie doesn’t hiss.
Annie hasn’t been in the room since… I don’t know. I don’t remember her being here with me.
Maybe she felt uncomfortable.
She’s still speaking.
I’m vaguely listening.
I know I’m not the intended recipient.
I look asleep after all.
“They’re here, Mitchell, I don’t know how they knew but they’re here.”
Mitchell drags his hand away from mine and I’m bereaved at the loss of contact.
Annie might have hissed but Mitchell…
Mitchell snarls.
Although the situation doesn’t warrant it, I feel pleased they are my animal pack.
Mitchell snarls again and I feel him rise out of his perched seat and there is a knock on the door.
A hand against wood has never sounded so ominous.
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