You don't even remember the last time you were truly with yourself, alone, without anyone else's eyes. Your own room was supposed to be your refuge from others, but it only gave your imaginary friend more time to spend with you.

Why hasn't he left yet? Even he can't say for sure. Maybe he was created that way, or maybe he just liked you so much that he can't leave you. After all, he's been with you since you were a kid and he's become attached to you, even if it's painful...

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can be with you, even if he is chained to you with invisible chains. It's all for your sake, you don't understand!

The moonlight was peering through the windows into your sacred place. It was quiet and calm outside, and the air in the room was cool. But what kind of dream could you be talking about now?

Sensu gently caressed your hair with his long fingers, watching your strands flow. It warmed something in his chest, awakening old memories that were somewhere in both yours and his memory. When you were a child, everything was simpler, he didn't have such feelings for you, and you were just a curious child. But times have changed.

"Your hair is beautiful..."

He murmured softly, burying his nose in the top of your head, inhaling your scent. Even if he's a part of you, it's not enough for him, so he needs to maintain physical contact with you.

How he would like to absorb you, to be one with you...