3 Electric

The whole herd of people that were walking on the sidewalk, just passed through the girl in front of him. He has gone mad hasn't he? He's insane. She must be some figment of his imagination.

He stood there with his jaw dropped as she whisked him away into a nearby alleyway. He pressed himself against the wall, trying not to fall over. He looked up at the girl in front of him, and realized he never even felt her skin.

For all he knew, his hand could pass through her beautifully faultless skin. He slowly lifted his arm, as if in a daze. He reached out towards her face instinctively. If he was going crazy, he needed to make sure this madness rolling around inside of him was at least worth it.

His hand went to cup her cheek and as he realized what he was doing, his hand stopped. Mid air, it froze. But then, she did something unexpected. She leaned into the hand that was a hairs width away from her face. She couldn't avoid the want of his touch, as much as he was crazy for hers.

As soon as she did this though, sparks flew. An electric shock went through his hand and their eyes both fluttered closed. Pure bliss was the only sane description. Their mouths both practically savored for more. Who cared about the touch. The feeling was intoxicating, they wanted to suddenly devour one another.

His hand flew off her face and all they could do was stare into one another's eyes. "Hi I'm Lillie" she suddenly blurted out. "Hi, I'm Carson" he said back. Both were unfazed from what just occurred before them.

And with that, they walked back to Lillie's house.

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That feeling, was unreal. No touch alive or dead could compare to that. Lillie felt suddenly like a school girl. Is this love? I don't even know him. Her thoughts ran wild as they headed back to her house.

Thoughts scattered and cascaded off of the walls in her mind. They were threatening to break through and jump straight into the void of formalized words, but Lillie held them back.

As they entered once more into Lillie's house for the night, they both suddenly burst out laughing. It was like they were both dolls that were synced up. As if their master pulled the string on their doll self, and they were forced to laugh.

Tears threatened to escape their eyes from the forceful fit of laughter. Once tired out from this somehow extensive exercise, they both sat down in the living room.

"So I'm crazy huh?" He said, breaking the silence. "If anything, I feel more crazy than you". He pondered for a moment before finally replying, "and why is that?" I sighed and felt the urge to spill my whole life story, it could only be compared to as if I toppled over a drink of water and the water did not stop from spilling out. "No one has ever been able to see me before. I've only ever been alone when dead".

"So you can be alive?" He understood my simple answer even with its hidden complexities. "Yes" I say. While adding on "Sometimes I'm dead for days, weeks, months, or even years, but I eventually come back to life. I live different lives, and in the end, I always help the one I have lived inside".

He cracked his winning smile, that would have made my knees bend if not for the fact that I'm already sitting, and spoke. "Well I'm just a computer programmer. Honestly your job sounds far more interesting". He gives a slight chuckle at his own joke, and I almost melt.

I give a slight smile in return. "Are you sure your not an electrician, because the shock we got earlier seemed to say otherwise". It's his turn now to laugh at my own bad joke. He laughs, and as he does, I notice the slightest details about him.

How his dimples shine, and how his eyes crease at the ends which make him look more handsome. His long eyelashes slightly flutter, and they delicately grazed over his cheeks, as if they were tiny butterflies, coming in for a landing.

I have never noticed tiny details like this before. I have never had to. But why do I feel like I need to savor each detail. As minuscule as a fluttering eyelash. I felt like I needed to brand these images in my head, scared to lose this perfect portrait from my mind.

These pictures embedded in my mind, blessed me. They were like a sun in a black void. They shone so brightly, that I felt even more scared. How could someone that I knew nothing about, have this much power over me? He was like a puppeteer, pulling at every one of my strings. He pulled my thoughts, feelings, and heart, all in one direction.

With that in my mind, I felt one more thing tug at me. I pondered what it could possibly be, before dread washed over my body. The tug of reincarnation was coming. And it was coming faster than I first estimated. Soon I would be alive.