Snippets of the forsaken

I've created the perfect human, in my mind, in my dreams, in my imagination. He exists, for the sole purpose of keeping me sane. He distracts me, he plays with me, he consoles me, most importantly he never leaves my side. My obsession, I'm his obsession.

"Clara" ah, he calls me ever so gently. "I'm here" he whispers. My mind goes blank and I smile unconsciously.