"Ryuk,"
Isha called to him, frosty white breath crawling out of her lips and splaying over him.
Her eyes, frosty white, looked squarely into his irises,
"I'm not the one pushing too far," she whispered, her hands reaching forward towards his face, pausing slightly before they grabbed the strand of hair over his forehead and swerved it back.
"But," she said, returning her attention to his eyes,
"I think you're the one pushing things too far."
"In what way?" he asked in return.
She kept looking into his eyes for so long before she moved from her pinning position to sit upon his legs.
"I know why you lied. You loved her, and you couldn't bear to part with her…" she said, continuing,
"So you created a clone of yourself to stay with her and follow her here, but…" Isha's expression softened, and she fell onto his chest.
He could feel the squeeze against him, and she could hear his heartbeat.
It beat so clearly, slow, yet so loud.
