Memories

•◇Prologue◇•

Being a ghost was....cold. Lonely. Sad, even. What was a ghost? Well obviously it's a soul of someone who was once alive...but how? Does it have to be certain type of person? A bad person...you weren't bad. Was it a lonely person...you had friends. A sad person...

Maybe they are consequences when death gets lazy. Poeple that didn't want to move on? Weren't worth it...

Ghosts don't remember much. Good things, happy things that naturally stay. Though...as time goes on, bad memories appear, forcing themselves in. Taking the place of needed things.

Your name
Your age
Where you are from
Friends
Family
Lovers

All gone to the painful left-behinds that darkness dropped.

Can this be stopped? Maybe. If the ghost finds someone...to help them remember.

Ghosts are worthless though.
Why would you help them?
They have no purpose anymore, wasted space that someone useful could've used.

You don't

Want

To be worthless though...

You want to remember

Is that too much to ask?
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