When love walks // private // in our dreams

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//Main cause.. whoops (and also a super lazy template forgive me)

In some ways, Lottie knew she was dead. Of course she was. Her lingering spirit of a form was hardly anything more than a figment of someone's imagination. Perhaps, in some cases, that's all she was now- a figment, a lingering thought in someone's mind that held just enough power to make it seem real. Is that what they all wanted? For her to be back, to be real again? So desperately that they conjured her up in their minds to comfort them when they needed her? Under some false belief that she had abandoned them because she was dead? She wouldn't deny, if she could still deny such a thing, that her last few months in the living world were a glorious thing. She was a woman who had been broken. A once proud, quiet, and gentle healer thrown into the depths of utter madness. Her children, slaughtered in front of her eyes. Her family, busy with their own lives, so she had covered it all up. Oh, she had seen the signs and symptoms enough. She knew how to keep it under wraps. Perhaps, just perhaps, they realized something was wrong. Maybe they thought it wasn't as bad as it truly was.

In the end, she had paid for it with her life. Her children. Her husband.

And yet the world kept on turning; kept on living as if it were a living taunt. Jakey, so strong now; Peirce, a father of his own. Jersey- well, he was still Jersey, but even she regarded him fondly. But Jakey. Her trainee, the young boy that had gotten a terrible lot in life. It had been her one goal in all that time to make him happy, to make him proud of himself, to be strong- to not care about what he looked like or what he could do, so long as he was proud of who he was. Had she succeeded? Sometimes, it seemed as if she hadn't. Maybe, in her life, she still believed that.

A blink. A shift of a movement. It was hard to explain what she was anymore. A lingering spirit, yet faint, and disoriented in some ways, as if half of her were missing, a bright light once dimmed and flickering in and out of existence. A snow leopard, with gentle, adoring gray eyes. A smile seemed to have an aura of warmth all of its own. A voice, gentle and like a breeze on the wind, softly forming syllables to some of her favorite songs. "À la claire fontaine....M'en allant promener; J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle...Que je m'y suis baigné...Il y a longtemps que je t'aime. Jamais je ne t'oublierai."

Someone there?

The voice, little and stuttering was one that this creature knew fondly. As he moved forward, so did she, her paws carrying her the rest of the distance towards him until she was sat in front of him, her voice softening as she repeated the previous line of the song, softly in the language that Jake knew, "It's so long I've been loving you, That I'll never forget you." 'Lottie' smiled, a gentle laugh echoing on the breeze as her smile lit up the corners of her eyes. "Hi, Jakey... I've missed you."

//song ref : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF8DBnAMcio