Katyr

Look who's digging their own grave.

Another night, another man. The doctor didn't even know his name and even as the man's deep voice spoke it to him he just heard white noise. 

"So when will I see you again?" The question was answered with a kiss and a shove out his front door. 

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Kate didn't like commitment, he didn't like strings and he sure as hell didn't like seeing him again.

"He thinks you love him." Kate didn't meet the ghosts eyes "You're not real." 

"I'm about real as your hushed whispers to that man last night, I thought you did too you know, love me."

Kate's arms begin to shake, his heart hurt and he closed his eyes tight. The voice of his dead lover dug it's way into his mind as he heard "They all see you as this beautiful thing to hold but we both know the truth my friend, you're rotten, decayed, dying." 

The sound of his screaming could be heard from outside as he threw things around his clinic before crumpling into a heap on the floor and sobbing, "Stop!" The figure laughed "I only speak the truth, you're alone my love and no amount of intimacy with strangers will change that, look who's here in your time of need, no one even knows what you gave up for me and no one ever will."

The doctor sobbed until he slept that night, gently being caressed by the hallucinations that tormented him.