Ghost Love

No way he's a Ghost?

Lif always had some sort of connection with the grave yard, she some what felt comfort with the dead among her. This day seemed like a normal typical day as every other, hanging out with her only friends Diana and heavy, heading home, then sneaking out to the graveyard across her house while her dad was asleep. She made sure she had her drawing book and headphones as she headed on her way. Lif walked in, past a few headstones, looking at them, recognizing the names and heading to a tall old tree which branches looked like a hand. Sighing happily she sat down, pulled up a playlist and started to look around for drawing ideas. The graveyard always gave her some type of idea, either it be some type of science fiction creature or just drawing her surroundings. She couldn't help but feel something off about this night, she didn't know what but it didn't feel right, she never feels off about the graveyard...Lif shrugged it off and continued with her drawing. For some reason she kept looking up from her drawing then to her surroundings, as if someone could be watching her...like anyone wants to be here at night. She'd never seen anyone come before. "Interesting..." she felt herself being watched but she didn't see anyone there. Ha, as if there was some ghost watching her. Lif still didn't think much of the feeling she had, but still she saw the time on her phone and decided to pack up. Heading through the headstones she won't see until the next night she noticed something by a gravestone, more like someone. Looking more closely she saw a boy, pale, long blonde hair, freckles, light blue eyes, not quiet ghost looking but not quite alive either. She didn't wanna bother the boy so she continued her path along the way out, even though she kinda did wanna talk to him since he's really the only "person" she's ever seen at the graveyard. Lif bit her lip for thinking, turning her feet the other way but quickly noticing he wasn't there anymore. "Uh?" She thought, he must have left...and after that she went on with her lovely night. But the next time she returned she saw him again, at the same headstone. "No way he could be a ghost?" She thought to herself, chuckling a little at how stupid to could be. She sat down at a tree near by him surprised with the noise she was making he wouldn't hear her. She did her same routine, curiosity got the best of her and she went over to him, "Hi! I've never seen anyone come here before? Expect the night guard of course..." She'd really never seen anyone enjoy the graveyard like she did, surprisingly.