[ WP ] Your shadow has become a physical entity with its own thoughts , feelings and emotions . You begin to fall for it , but can not touch it .

Starvation never tasted so sweet. The soft, tender hands of delusion caressed her more often than not. In light or dark, it was the companion which cradled you through the everyday fears. 
 
 `` Good morning,'' she whispers, wetting her flaking lips. Her eyes flutter up to the ceiling, and haze in semi-conciousness. Grey light dusts in through the curtain, licking her skin. The vacant spot next to her is occupied as she sits up. It is filled with the one she's had her eye on for months. 
 
 The dark grey figure leaning against her smiles, shining black teeth in her direction. She moves a hand to touch its cheek, but it dodges her. The bony figure of her companion shudders in distress, causing her herself to collapse back into the sheets. Air shreds her lungs and fogs the vision of the figure beside her. 
 
 `` I need a lover,'' she whispers, reaching again for her companion. The arm of the dark copies her moves, extending it's entire form towards her. At the moment of contact, it fades. The light from the shades dims, and she falls, writhing in her own filth, into sleep. 
 
 *wrote this on my phone, there's probably errors*
