They appeared to us in a world created by our minds.
She was the embodiment of life, vibrant, volatile.
He was the silent one, like a shadow, always there.
They are our creations.
Their characters are perfectly formed.
Father’s and mother’s influence barely discernible.
They are kept alive by the love of two minds.
He barely exists as the love between us fades.
She is her father’s heart.
As his heart beats, her liveliness colours our world.
As my fear grows, our boy disappears.
Years in the making, moments to destroy.