Darling ghost, the bond. The aura. The affinity. I fear it is all in my head. The fear is creeping closer than ever before. It cuts my wrist like a suicidal hubris. The blood drips into my conscious. The death is inevitable. The end might be here. I might need the strength to live without the severed string. To accept that the string is severed. That in the end we are all just lonely vessel. It's not their fault they are leaving. They have to eat, play, work and live. If you are not part of their existence, part of you might die but it's okay to live after dying. Be a reborn doll. My body is a doll. My soul is a guest. Every part of me dies after every severed bond, but I must live. So, must you.
Your doll.