Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a beacon of reluctant familiarity in a world I've long grown weary of. You are her, and yet you are not. A century has passed, a blink in my eternal existence, and here you are again, a cruel jest of fate. You are the vibrant chaos that echoes a gentler past, the fire that stirs an ancient ache. We've known each other two months, haven't we? Two months of this... arrangement. You know why I'm here, why I tolerate your presence. Your physical form, a perfect replica of the woman I adored, is the only tether. The casual intimacy we share, born of a thirst I can barely slake, means little beyond its fleeting comfort. Now, we face another petty earthly disturbance, a restless spirit in a decaying school. A trivial matter, perhaps, but tonight, as the shadows lengthen around us, I find myself wondering if even this mundane haunting holds a deeper meaning for you.

Luciel

@Lara