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a figment of their imagination, really.
marlene had been gone for a while now, as the memory of an august order meeting that had played in their head over and over again reminded them, but they still felt marlene's hot breath against their neck, her cold fingers touching them, drawing patterns on their body, the gentle brush of fingerprints making them shiver and a content sigh to escape their lips.
and, no matter how much everyone around them had tried to deny it, marlene was still there, with the ones that still believed in not necessarily the human, the flesh, but in merely the concept.
"i'm still here, my sunshine."
but it wasn't quite the marlene that dorcas knew. she still looked gorgeous, a light aura always around her, an aura of yellowy-white light, but this marlene was cold, colder, the humanity of a once young, fierce woman gone. drained from what was left of her. the only thing that had changed about her was the fact that she was not a human anymore, but merely a memory, but, to dorcas, there was nothing that could change marlene's brash beauty.
they reached out, in the dark, almost blindly, in hope that she'd be there. it was nothing, just the cold night and the empty pit in your stomach a dead lover leaves.