The next day, I approached the figure on the bridge again.
This time, they turned around and looked at me.
I could feel my heart racing as I stared into their dark eyes.
The ghostly figure was the spirit of a girl. A girl with straight, brown hair, wearing a plain shirt and shorts.
I stared down and noticed that one of her arms was bent horribly.
A huge wound ran down the side of her leg as blood trickled slowly out of it.
I grimaced.
Even as a spirit, seeing serious injuries such as these still make me want to pass out.
"Hello."
I look up.
"What happened?" She asked, tilting her head.
I stepped forward.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
Usually, spirits know when they're dead.
She pointed down towards the river.
It was her, but dead.
Her human body.
"What happened to you?" I ask her, stepping back away from the sight of the body.
She shook her head.
"I don't know-"
She put a hand to her forehead, clearly showing signs of a headache.
"The last thing I remembered was someone stabbing me, then throwing me into a river."
So she was tortured in her past life? That must be terrible, I thought to myself.
She looked up and stared into my eyes.
"Am I dead?"
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Lãng mạnTwo ghosts falling in love isn't your typical romance story. A story that follows a lonely spirit wandering the human world before they get reincarnated into a new soul. During their last days, they meet another spirit, who just recently passed away...
