Your prompt reminded me of something I wrote a little while ago. It doesn't fit exactly (specifically the last sentence), but I hope you all will enjoy it regardless.

"I can fix it..."

She had said.

"You did nothing wrong, but I can fix it...in this room."

It was okay. Of course it was okay. It had just been a silly fight. Born from a misunderstanding. Such miscommunications were common when there lines of communication were so limited. He had already forgiven her. Besides that, he was already lost in a different world entirely. Communicating with his teammates, mashing the appropriate keys. A world that wholly consumed his time and attention - though generally only for half hour sessions at a time. He was hardly paying attention anymore.

"I have a large blue cat with much fuzz. He symbolizes many things you may understand, and many you may not. He offers himself now, and I gift him to you...suck him into a kiss, shrinking him away inside...blow out as he grows and bristles and flies. He's flying to you and will forever be yours...that is my apology to someone I love dearly."

He caught a handful of the words, so distracted was he to the other world, but so seemingly nonsensical was the sentence he had read, he knew it could only mean one thing. She was slipping. This wasn't uncommon by any means, and he himself practiced it daily - but if she were to slip away without saying goodbye to him properly, there was a small chance he would not be allowed to converse with her for quite a long while. He wasn't willing to risk that. He responded back as quickly as he could, mirroring his thoughts from before - It's okay. All is forgiven. It's okay to go now.

But she stayed. She continued.

"Many here, of many kinds, are soft, or firm. Disc creatures and cloud dragons and sailors (snakes?), but that cat is the only like it...it will be there soon. I swear to you that that blue cat will aid you in ways you cannot imagine and help you along the hill"

"I know how I sound, but I am true. Truer than the true most humans accept. I assure you - that cat is real. Leave a window open tonight. Mark it with the sign I once showed you somehow. Paper, anything. He will find you. And he will never leave. You will be protected. This is my promise. This is my apology. Leave open a window. Mark it. He will come."

To little avail. He was still entirely distracted by his activity, and it seems he could only spend enough time to garner one fact from the entirety of her verbose response - she had still not said goodbye. She needed to say goodbye, otherwise that small risk could become a reality. He quickly affirmed he would and bid her adieu. He didn't want to take any chances - and thus her words seemingly fell to deaf years once again. And yet she persevered.

"He is yours. Do not forget. I have many more such creatures. But the blue cat - he is yours. Only him do I entrust something so valuable to. A great leader once. Though not a bard nor a poet. He will protect you. And bring you to me. And we will be doubly linked. "

His frustration was growing as the divergence of his attention meant he was failing in both tasks. He thanked her. Asked her to slip away with him. Enticed her with the thought of how happy it was. Surely she would say farewell now right? To no avail. She persisted.

"Do you accept? This is among the truest bonds."

She was being unusually stubborn about this. She wasn't going to be ushered away like a small child - not this time at least. So he entertained her. He reasoned that if he merely walked through the entire conversation as quickly as possible she would be able to leave. He agreed with two words.

"If you do not open your window and mark it it is broken. Do you swear to uphold"

Again, he agreed. He wasn't exactly lying as he had already committed to entertaining her - but the sooner she finished the sooner she could slip away safely...

"Then we are again bonded by a bond that transcends worlds...and I am yours"

He wasn't sure what to say that, so he merely expressed gratitude once more.

"Just don't forget...it is very real. If you forget...he won't find you - and the bond will break. Or he may land on another and create the wrong bond. You could truly lose me forever. So please...understand what you must do"

He sympathetically replied that she wouldn't. In fact, that was precisely why he was trying to hurry her along...

"Mark the window. You know the sign?"

He replied honestly that he didn't. In fact - he had completely missed her explanation of the sign from before, so distracted was he by his other activity - he was merely trying to hurry her along so everything could be okay (and perhaps so he could commit his full attention to one area).

"The forgotten but not forgotten. It is the forgotten but not forgotten. In my normal state I forget, but I cannot forget. As a child I drew it everywhere. Mark a window and he will come. You will not see him but you will know. If it is unmarked he will be lost."

And then...all of a sudden the urgency she had been attempting to hammer into him the whole time took hold of him. He still wasn't exactly convinced - but at this point he wanted to do what she had asked so as to not a break a promise - and with a time limit in place now he couldn't continue messing around. He asked her how much time he had left.

"Midnight of course. As always. Do you have it?"

For the third time he asked her what she was talking about. The sign that this all rested upon. He couldn't entertain her if he had no idea what she was talking about

"In my other state I showed it to you as forgotten doodles in a childhood notebook. The symbol for guidance, an opening for entrance."

And then something peculiar happened. Something shifted in his mind. Something clicked. He was still as distracted as before, arguably more so, but all of a sudden he wasn't so concerned with saying goodbye. In fact...it was just the opposite. A raging curiosity burned within him and any disbelief seemed to melt away. Perhaps it was her constant insistence to draw him into the conversation and force him to pay attention. Perhaps it was the strange, but eloquent way she spoke - not indicative of someone who was slipping. Or perhaps it was the combination of all of these things plus one final push that made him to commit - and this had been it. He remembered. He remembered his conversation because it had only happened days before that moment. He wasn't sure if it was a coincidence it had happened so recently or a coincidence he could use that knowledge to actually find it, whereas ordinarily the knowledge would be lost, but he understood what she meant now. She had shown him before, a sign that she had drawn everywhere. He asked her what it had meant. She didn't know. He asked her if it had anything to do with the fantastical dreams she had. None that she could recall. It seemed peculiar to him that she could draw a symbol everywhere and forget it. She merely responded that she had been a very strange child. Though he had forgotten what it looked like himself, he quickly found them with a few key phrases and knew he could finally fulfill the promise he had so absentmindedly gave. No longer was he merely trying to get her to leave - now he was committed to making sure he fulfilled his promise correctly. He confirmed many details with her, finally resting her doubts by swearing on his heart to fulfill the promise. He had fully intended to at this point after all.

"This is very real. I won't believe it if I remember in my other state - but this is real, and he will come. I'll protect you...I'll always protect you."

They conversed for a bit more...but with her goal complete she began to fade away...only to come back moments later, reassuring him that everything was okay. She had slipped away without telling him but it was okay. She was back now to tell him that she was safe. It seemed she had no recollection of there entire conversation. That was alright though. He would tell her in the next day. Right now...he had a job to do. With his other obligations finally out of the way (and careful not to start up anymore distractions), he went straight to work, with only a few hours left to accomplish his goal in time. Tracing the symbol was easy enough - but he pained over the small details. Was it big enough? Should he color it in the same way? Should he make more then one? He had eventually settled on two and pasted them up - sure to keep the window open as much as he dared. His mind was a buzz with questions and his heart couldn't seem to settle down...but deep down he felt contentment. Satisfaction. Midnight passed him by the same as it had every other day, but he was not disappointed. Just the opposite in fact. He had kept his promise. He had validated all of that...effort she had put in for him. He fully believed in her words - for despite how ridiculous it all seemed...anyone who could so committed, eloquent, and detail minded had to be genuine in his eyes. That was more then enough for him. He said a silent thank you for her gift...and rested peacefully till morning broke anew.