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4. Is it still called love?

    [Scene: The room is dim, lit only by a flickering candle. Shadows slither across the walls. The Unknown Lover sits across from the Unknown Man, his eyes distant. The air between them is thick with tension.]


    Unknown Man:


    “You’ve never told me what really happened… when she died.”


    Unknown Lover:


    “Do you think I haven’t tried to forget? That I don’t relive it every night?”


    Unknown Man:


    “But it wasn’t just death, was it? Something else happened. She came back, didn’t she?”


    Unknown Lover:


    [They look away, voice heavy with grief.]


    “She didn’t come back. Not really. Something came back in her place.”


    Unknown Man:


    “Are you sure? If yes, what was it then?”


    Unknown Lover:


    “I don’t know. I don’t know what it was… but it wasn’t her. It looked like her, spoke like her. It even knew things only she knew, but… it wasn’t her.”


    [The Unknown lover''s hands tremble slightly as they speak.]


    “It was something wearing her face, pretending. Trying to be her.”


    Unknown Man:


    “But was it dangerous?”


    Unknown Lover:


    “No… not in the way you think. It wasn’t violent or cruel. It was… almost kind. But it wasn’t her. I couldn’t feel her in it, no matter how hard I tried.”


    Unknown Man:


    [Softly]


    “It still cared for you till the end, didn’t it?”


    Unknown Lover:


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    “Yes… or at least, it thought it did. It knew the way she loved me, remembered everything. But it wasn’t the same. There was something off, something hollow behind the way it looked at me.”


    [His voice drops to a whisper.]


    “I could feel the absence of her. Every moment with it… reminded me of her loss.”


    Unknown Man:


    “So you knew, deep down, that she was truly gone and still...”


    Unknown Lover:


    “Yes. Even though it had her voice, her memories… it wasn’t her heart but...”


    [He close their eyes, and his voice lowers as if reciting a memory he can never break free from.]


    “Oh, your beautiful face at Death’s own rite,


    Cold corpse as you were, in woods deep.


    A sinister slither near your crimson heap,


    Creaking bones, stiffened muscles of your last sleep.”


    [The Unknown Man leans forward, listening intently as the Unknown Lover continues in a broken, distant tone; which to be fair he would never be able to understand.]


    Unknown Lover:


    “The frogs croaked in panicked repetition,


    The insects chittered in agitation.


    With a delayed thump of heart,


    Life came back, to old end new start.”


    Unknown Man:


    “But it wasn’t really life, was it?”


    Unknown Lover:


    “No… it was something else entirely. It moved like her, but her spirit was gone. Whatever was left… it was just an echo.”


    [He pause, as if the truth is too much to for him bear.]


    “I could see it wasn’t her, but something trying desperately to be her.”


    Unknown Man:


    “And you couldn’t love it, could you?”


    Unknown Lover:


    “I wanted to. But I couldn’t. No matter how much I tried to believe she was back, I knew… it wasn’t her anymore. Just a shadow of who she was.”


    [He lower their voice, almost a whisper.]


    “But the vigorous life was yours no more,


    For it has taken over, your mind and your soul.


    Unknown its origin, unknown its goals,


    Unknown its reason to choose such a role.”


    [A long silence fills the room as they both sit by each other, not one daring to speak first.]


    Unknown Man:


    “It still felt something though. If it had her memories, her feelings… was it still love?”


    Unknown Lover:


    [He looks up, his voice strained, as if he have asked himself this question thousand times.]


    “I don’t know. It felt like love, but without her, can you even call it that? If it’s not her, how can it be the same?”


    Unknown Man:


    “Is it still called love?”


    Unknown Lover:


    “That’s what I’ve been asking myself every day.”
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