『〔Solangelo One Shots〕』

Apparition

This photo has nothing to do with the one shot, but it's just a reminder of how cool Will Solace is.
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[Will pov, now that I think of it, I'm making a lot of first person one shots, huh?]

There's a boy I like. I see him quite a lot actually. He usually sits quietly, ignored by the world. At times, I glance at him from across the classroom and he's looking at field below the class. The students play sports and stretch on the field. He doesn't do any work nor is he given any, but he watches the world without saying anything.

I'm what a person would call popular. I have lots of "friends" and the oldest out of all of my siblings. Everyone who talks to me is taking the smile. I'm known to be caring. I plan to be a doctor, but I hate the fake smiles everyone gives me. The fake glossy eyes and the empty words that leave me to rot in a toxic society.

The boy would often walk around after school. He would always visit this one building. It was tall and had the perfect view of the sunset from the city. He would always walk up to the top and sit at the edge of the roof. I never went up there, but I can tell it's him. Although hard for me to see, whenever he fiddles with a ring on his finger, it reflects into my eyes and I know he's there since the building is above mine. During every break he always sits on the roof.

One day, I finally got the courage to ask him out on the roof after school.

"Hello," I opened the door and looked at him. His eyes widened with shock. Did he not expect someone to come up here?

"Y-you... you.." He stuttered.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You can see me...?" He said.

"I beg your pardon? I mean... yes I can see you, that's why I said hello," I smiled, obviously very confused.

"No... no, that's impossible," he shook his head.

"How so?" I tilted my head.

"I'm dead," he said. It took me a while to process that statement.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm dead. I'm actually... 96 years old," he fiddled with his ring again.

"So... your a ghost?" I asked.

"I guess you can call me that," he shrugged. "So? What do you need from me?"

"Oh, well your kinda in my class... and I've seen you a lot and I wanted to say I liked you," I responded.

"...what?!?" He said.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with liking a man," I shrugged. "But if you don't, then I totally-"

"No that's not what I meant... you like me? A dead person?" He pointed at me and him.

I laughed, "yeah, I mean... you being dead doesn't really change the fact that I like you."

"Why do you?" He sat down.

"Hm," I walked over to him and sat next to him. "I'm not sure yet."

"Ah," he replied.

"Hey... can I touch you?" I asked.

"What?!?" He looked a little disgust in his eyes showed that he probably thought I was a weirdo.

"Not like that," I laughed. "Like this." I held my hand up.

"Uh," he hesitated. He looked at me, confused. I glanced down at his hand and back to him.

He slowly raised his pale hand. I took the opportunity to move my hand foreword towards him and slid my fingers between his. He audibly gasped. As I slowly interlocked my fingers and squeezed his hand, tears began streaming down his face. He didn't make a sound, but I could tell he wanted to. His hands were cold like ice, but I could physically touch him. His ring was about as cold as his and I moved it around with my thumb.

"No one... I haven't touched someone... in over 80 years," he looked at his hand. "You're very warm."

"I get that a lot. I was afraid my hand would be sweaty," I grinned.

"Thank you," he smiled.

"It's the least I can do," I smiled back.

He rolled his eyes and looked back at hands. "I haven't been this happy in a long time."

"Me too," I replied.
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Very short yes, but I did write a really long one last time. Also, I guess this one has a happy ending. I got this idea from a prompt on social media and I wanted to build from it. So I made this on my car ride back home from my week long trip. Thank you guys so much for 13k+ reads! Happy reading!
-Tin~

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