After she was gone, he kept on seeing her, kept on seeing her ghost.
Soon he realized he was the only one able to do it and everyone around thought he was losing his mind. They were so convincing at times that even him feared they were right. But she kept on coming back. He was seeing her purple winter jacket on the street just to soon realize the city was filled with them. He was recognizing her curly hair, while she was standing on the corner of the street, but when she was turning towards him, he could see it was not her. He even woke up one day feeling her sweet smell in the room. He waited 10 minutes for her to come out from somewhere, to make herself visible, just to realize that there was no one. Her ghost was everywhere. In photos. In desires. In dreams. And whenever he felt she nearly faded away, she was sending a sign from the other side, just to remind him her ghost was still around...
Friends, and not only, abandoned him. He seemed lost to them. Didn't understand his obsession for someone long gone. His inability to let go and move on. His answers or explanations. And all these cost him dearly. Ghosts don't just let go, he argued for a while, they are everywhere while nowhere. Sometimes they feel real. Sometimes they are real. It just takes additional senses to perceive them. And ghosts, it's common knowledge, stick around when there's unfinished business, although he was not sure whether the unfinished business wasn't actually his. That night, that last night, when she left and turned into shadow, things were done, clearly done, but definitely unfinished. For him at least. For him, willingly or not, she was still out there.
But what he didn't realize was that while he was uselessly chasing her ghost, he was turning into one himself...
Soon he realized he was the only one able to do it and everyone around thought he was losing his mind. They were so convincing at times that even him feared they were right. But she kept on coming back. He was seeing her purple winter jacket on the street just to soon realize the city was filled with them. He was recognizing her curly hair, while she was standing on the corner of the street, but when she was turning towards him, he could see it was not her. He even woke up one day feeling her sweet smell in the room. He waited 10 minutes for her to come out from somewhere, to make herself visible, just to realize that there was no one. Her ghost was everywhere. In photos. In desires. In dreams. And whenever he felt she nearly faded away, she was sending a sign from the other side, just to remind him her ghost was still around...
Friends, and not only, abandoned him. He seemed lost to them. Didn't understand his obsession for someone long gone. His inability to let go and move on. His answers or explanations. And all these cost him dearly. Ghosts don't just let go, he argued for a while, they are everywhere while nowhere. Sometimes they feel real. Sometimes they are real. It just takes additional senses to perceive them. And ghosts, it's common knowledge, stick around when there's unfinished business, although he was not sure whether the unfinished business wasn't actually his. That night, that last night, when she left and turned into shadow, things were done, clearly done, but definitely unfinished. For him at least. For him, willingly or not, she was still out there.
But what he didn't realize was that while he was uselessly chasing her ghost, he was turning into one himself...
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