Living Solid

She lie awake in bed, trying and failing to fall asleep while Isha sat on the floor leaning back against her mattress. He was so sweet, but she hadn't to admit it, he wasn't real. Not enough. She was falling in love with an imaginary person. A fictional character. It wasn't doing her any good. She sighed quietly, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep instead. Yes Isha was perfect, and his family was great, except perhaps the King. But it wasn't right. It wasn't normal. His hands were not hers to hold, despite the fact she could literally feel and touch them the way other people couldn't. How was it possible? He was a solid, living and breathing human being, for her. Ghosts could walk through people, through walls, transparent things. Isha wasn't. At least, not for her.

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