She found me again, sitting out on the porch steps. No words were spoken. She simply sat down beside me and looked out at our property.
I could hear the morning doves cooing. It was comforting, but it did nothing to lighten the heaviness weighing my heart.
"Remember when we were kids, and we would meet at our spot in the morning to listen to the morning doves while watching the sunrise?" She doesn't respond. I look over at her, she's smiling and looking at me with those loving eyes that would always make me melt, they still do.
A watery laugh escapes my lips, my eyes starting to fill with tears. Her smile drops, and she reaches a hand to put on my should, but.... it goes right, though it.
Right, she's merely a spirit. The ghost of my beloved wife that the world so cruelly took from me.
I can't even hear her sweet voice or feel her arms around me any longer. I'm simply cursed to see her, but nothing more.
She's gone, and I'm here. What a cruel trick to play on my broken soul.
(Note: Meant to listen to this while reading. https://youtu.be/SK9RHGBfVX4 )
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Short Stories with Froggo
RandomThis is just going to be a book of short stories that I come with while listening to music or just thinking. There will be ocs in this, mainly only those, but there will be some characters from franchises that I don't own. Also, if you like any of t...
