Like a ghost

English

Note: Hello guys! This is my first time writing in English, so if there's a huge spelling mistake, I'm sorry. Please tell me what you think about this and if you guys want me to write more :)
P.s: I have a profile on Fanfiction.net so if you see this fanfiction there, is not a copy. (The profile it's Lamartinee).
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It could've been hours since I entered the room. The only sound that we could hear was the one coming from the clock, tick-tock, taking away my time, taking the rest of my emotions, my real emotions.

He was there, looking at me though the room, his face a perfect mask of kindness and understanding, but his red eyes couldn't have been more emotionless even if he wanted. Those absolutely emotionless beautiful eyes. Those beautiful eyes that I couldn't stop myself of admiring.

I've been sitting, staring at you now

For minutes you can see that

Ending for you

No celebrating not even at our own beginning

Killer for two

It made me think about the past, about the time when he found me. At that time I didn't know much about life, even now, after all this time I still don't know many things, especially why after everything he told me, I could still love him so desperately.

He still there, looking at me, I stand up and start to make my way across the room to be more close to him, step by step, getting more and closer to him. I stopped when I was right in front of him, his eyes never left mine, his face didn't show anything but a little smile, he always did this, always acted like he was just a man crazily in love, just trying to do what it's right, trying to do the things that would make everyone happy, a romantic at heart. I putted my fingers in his cheek, I saw when his beautiful eyes closed — because of my touch or to concentrate we will never know, anything was stable in his mind, everything just changed so fast. He was unstable, but always showed himself to me, for the others he was this leader with good intentions, but I knew it was a mask, he was trying to stay conscious. After so many years being alive and going through others mind, you start to losing your own personality, you don't know when you start and the other ends, so he tries his best.

"Don't do this. I know that you're afraid, you're afraid because you think that what happened to Marcus is going to happen to you, but you don't need to do this. You don't want to do this" - I softly spoke. His eyes opened, and he looked at me again, he pressed his cheek against my hand, trying to find some kind of comfort, he didn't want to do this, a part of him was struggling with these thoughts, but another part was terrified by the idea of losing everything. I understood this part, but I didn't want it to win.

"You know this isn't easy to me too" - He told me.

"You don't have to do this, we can try something else, I can't accept it, being locked in my own house, I would never leave you, but I can't accept being here without my freedom, I want to walk through the corridors, I want to go to see you when you are free, I want to be part of this family, to help you" - I tried to show him how much it meant to me. My freedom was important, I know that we can't go outside too much, I understand that I need to be careful, I didn't want to go out, I like being here, it's my home, the only home I know, and I love it, but I like the feeling of being here because I chose, not because I'm forced.