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schizophrenia | Reneè rapp

The room was dimly lit, the flickering light of the television casting long, dancing shadows around the room. Reneè sat on the worn-out couch, her eyes vacant, staring at the screen but not really seeing anything. She felt a dull ache in her heart, a pain that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

"Y/n," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. The name echoed in the silence of the room, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with a sense of longing.

She turned her gaze towards the corner of the room, her heart leaping at the sight of Y/n sitting there, engrossed in the TV show. The soft glow of the television screen illuminated their face, highlighting their features and making them look almost ethereal. A soft smile played on Y/n's lips, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they watched the show.

Seeing Y/n so content, so alive, it felt like a balm to Reneè's aching heart. It was as if everything was right in the world again. She reached out to touch Y/n, to feel their warmth, but her hand passed through nothing but air. She frowned, confusion etched on her face.

"Reneè," a voice called out, pulling her out of her reverie. She turned to see one of her friends standing at the doorway, their face etched with concern. "Y/n... Y/n is not here."

Reneè's heart pounded in her chest. "No, they are right here," she argued, her voice shaking. She gestured towards the corner of the room, where Y/n was still sitting, their attention still on the TV. "Can't you see them? They're watching TV."

Her friend sighed, a deep, heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "Reneè, Y/n is gone. They passed away a year ago. You were there, remember? They had cancer..."

Reneè shook her head vehemently, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, you're wrong. Y/n is here. Y/n is alive." She could feel a lump forming in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Her friend moved closer, their footsteps echoing in the silent room. They reached out, holding Reneè's shaking hands. "I know it's hard, Reneè. But we need to accept the truth. Y/n wouldn't want you to live in denial."

Reneè looked back at the corner, where Y/n was still sitting, their smile now replaced with a look of sadness. They reached out, their hand passing through Reneè just like hers had passed through them.

"I don't want to believe it," Reneè whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't believe it."

Her friend hugged her tightly, their heart aching for the pain Reneè was going through. "It's okay, Reneè. It's okay to grieve. And it's okay to let go."

But Reneè could only stare at the empty corner of the room, her heart filled with a longing for something she knew she could never have again. Y/n was gone, but in her heart, they would always be alive.

The room fell silent again, the only sound being the soft hum of the television. Reneè's friend stayed by her side, offering silent support as Reneè grappled with the harsh reality.

In the end, Reneè was left alone with her thoughts, her memories, and the ghost of Y/n. She knew she had to let go, to move on, but it was easier said than done. For now, all she could do was hold on to the image of Y/n, alive and happy, and hope that one day, she could find the strength to accept the truth.

As Reneè sat in the dimly lit room, enveloped in a mix of emotions, memories of her time with Y/n flooded her mind. She recalled the laughter they shared, the late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, and the simple moments of joy that seemed infinite in their presence. Y/n's essence lingered in the air, a comforting presence that tugged at Reneè's heartstrings, reminding her of a love that transcended time and space.

The flickering light of the television seemed to flicker in rhythm with Reneè's emotions, casting a surreal glow over the room. The shadows danced around her, mirroring the ebb and flow of her inner turmoil. In that moment, the line between reality and memory blurred, and Reneè found herself lost in a bittersweet reverie.

She reached out to Y/n, her hand trembling with a mixture of longing and disbelief. The warmth of their touch, the sound of their laughter, the way they looked at her with eyes that held galaxies of emotions – all of it felt so real, so tangible, yet slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

As her friend's words echoed in the silence, a wave of realization crashed over Reneè, shattering the fragile illusion she had held onto. The truth, heavy and unforgiving, settled in her heart like a stone. Y/n was gone, a star that had faded into the vast expanse of the universe, leaving behind a trail of memories that burned bright in the darkness.

In that moment of clarity, Reneè felt a surge of conflicting emotions – grief, acceptance, and a flicker of hope. She knew she had to confront the emptiness that now loomed in the room, to face the void left by Y/n's absence. But the journey to healing was a winding path, fraught with obstacles and uncertainties.

With a heavy heart and tear-streaked cheeks, Reneè whispered a silent goodbye to the ghost of Y/n that lingered in the corners of her mind. She knew that letting go didn't mean forgetting; it meant honoring the love they shared and finding solace in the beauty of their memories.

And as the room embraced her in its quiet embrace, Reneè took a deep breath, ready to embark on the arduous yet transformative journey of healing and self-discovery, carrying Y/n's spirit with her every step of the way.