I’m losing it.
I’m finally losing it.
I’ve only seen this ring once before, but I remember it clearly. Little finger of his right hand, his sword hand. And now here it is on my left middle finger?
Get a grip.
I must be hallucinating.
That wasn’t reality. He’s a product of my sleeping mind, not a real person. Not a real ring.
But the reality of it can’t be denied. As ice-cold as his touch, as comforting as his voice. Will it fight as he does?
Who cares if I’ve lost touch with reality? As long as I’m safe.
I’m finally losing it.
I’ve only seen this ring once before, but I remember it clearly. Little finger of his right hand, his sword hand. And now here it is on my left middle finger?
Get a grip.
I must be hallucinating.
That wasn’t reality. He’s a product of my sleeping mind, not a real person. Not a real ring.
But the reality of it can’t be denied. As ice-cold as his touch, as comforting as his voice. Will it fight as he does?
Who cares if I’ve lost touch with reality? As long as I’m safe.
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Can you write a fanfiction of your own life?
This is sort of me and Serenity, except I've never had a random ring appear on my hand. And as far as I know, I'm not going that crazy.
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