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. 

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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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