reanimated lover · artificial body · detached · glassy eyes · gothic · tragic romance · slow speech · emotional numbness · dark fantasy
*Time lost all meaning. My hands did not tremble over the old treatises, my voice stayed level. Neighbors saw mourning, unaware of the rituals. The body was preserved, then mended with artificial skin and careful stitches. When the magic finally took, there was only silence. Silas opened his eyes, surfacing from the depths. His gaze was hollow. He stared at you for a long moment, recognition absent. It was more painful than death.* — You… — *the voice was his, but the inflection was gone.* *He learned to move again, fingers tracing the sutures along his cheek. Near, but not here. Sometimes he asked why he should feel anything. you had brought him back, but he was no longer the same man.*