[littl3chocobo]

he licked his lips from where he lay, his mouth dry at the words, he felt the other get off him but he himself did not move "you lie" he said with certainty "do you not see it? you are still talking to him even as the words come from my mouth" he turned his head slightly then. "look at me and tell me, how many times have you thought of him, of your lover, how many times have you remembered something i was not there for, how often have you looked for a response a cue, anything, to prove i am your luka?" *he licked his lips again and lifted himself from the dirt. "if you are saying you see me then prove you are not looking for something else, burn your books, throw away that dead boy named luka, he is the most frightening thing about you, dispel that phantom and i will not run" he shuddered "if he dies then i am guaranteed life" he coughed then hacking up more black, he spat it over his shoulder "or at least what is left of it..."