The corpse of the soul we're coming for lies in the corner of a dirty room, an empty orange bottle lying next to him.
'Come with us', I say and the ghost turns around to face us.
He sighs and takes the hand I'm offering him.
'Will I find peace?', he asks and Jamie smiles ruefully.
'We don't know.', she answers and together we pull him into the darkness that is our home.
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When Death Falls In Love
FantasyI am Death. But even Death has a heart. This is a short story gxg
