Forever {GHOST BC}

Chapter 1

Early dawn sunlight peeked through the dark curtains of my room, illuminating a strip of the floor and walls. I could feel the sun beams burning my eyelids as I groaned, my raspy voice echoing in the cool air. I steadily pick my legs up at drop them off the bed, the balls of my feet hitting the cold floorboards. The rest of my body follows, my grey eyes fluttering open as I sit up.

My tousled blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders gently as I slowly rose to my feet with a groggy stretch. Disoriented from sleep, I stumble across the flooring, my steps slow and unsteady as I shuffle across the room, still half lost in the realm of dreams.

I slip into my favourite pair of jeans, the ones that were hanging on the back of my chair, and throw a cozy, oversized sweater over my head, relishing in the comfort they provided.

I reached up and gathered my hair in my hands, feeling its weight against my fingertips. With a gentle twist, I coiled the strands into a loose bun, securing it with a scrunchie. I could feel the cool air on the back of my neck as the tension eased, and a sense of relief washed over me. The act of putting my hair up felt like a small moment of liberation, a release from the confines of gravity that held my locks in place. As I smoothed down any stray strands, I couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in my demeanor. With my hair off my face, I felt calmer, knowing its one less thing I have to deal with. I glimpsed into my mirror, my fingers lightly grazing the cool material, studying my reflection. I nodded as I took it in, a small smile on my face.

I flopped myself on my mattress, picking up my laptop and resting it on me. As I laid down on the soft comfort of my bed, I propped up a couple of pillows behind me, creating a cozy nest. With my laptop resting on my lap, I opened my email inbox, and my eyes scanned across the screen, taking in the words and messages that awaited me. The soft glow of the screen illuminated my face, casting a faint, bluish hue on the dimly lit headrest. I clicked, scrolled, and read, my mind engaged in the virtual world of correspondence. The steady rhythm of my breathing accompanied the sound of fingers gently tapping on the keyboard as I scrolled through them. Occasionally, I would adjust my position, shifting slightly to find the perfect balance of comfort and concentration.

After I go through about half of them, I sigh, closing the lid of my laptop, bored. My gaze lands across the other side of the room, scanning over my guitar. I get up out of my nest and sit down on the plush chair, picking up my guitar and laying it across my lap.

As I pick up the guitar, my fingers gently caress the smooth strings, feeling the familiar contours and textures beneath them. I position my hands on the fretboard, ready to unleash a symphony of emotions. With a deep breath, I begin to strum, my fingers dancing effortlessly across the frets.

As the first notes resonate through the air, I become immersed in a world of melody and rhythm. My body sways with the music, my heart syncing with the beat. Every pluck and strum is deliberate, each note carefully chosen to create a seamless flow of sound.

My fingers move with precision and agility, effortlessly transitioning between chords and melodies. They glide along the strings, producing a cascade of harmonious tones. The guitar becomes an extension of myself, a conduit for my thoughts and feelings.

As the music intensifies, my fingers quicken their pace, cascading across the fretboard like a waterfall of sound. I lose myself in the music, my eyes closed, completely absorbed in the moment. The guitar becomes an expression of my soul, each note a reflection of my innermost thoughts and emotions.

The sound fills the room, enveloping me in its warmth. I feel a sense of liberation, as if the music has lifted me to a higher plane of existence. Each strum, each chord change, resonates with passion and purpose.

As the final notes fade away, I gently place the guitar down, my hands still tingling from the vibrations. I take a moment to savor the experience, grateful for the ability to create music. Playing the guitar is not just a skill; it's a form of self-expression, an art that allows me to connect with myself and the world around me.

As the electrifying surge in my veins dies down, so does the lingering, vibrant aura in the air, the colours around me fading back to the dark room I was once in, with only a patch of sunlight illuminating a stretch of the floorboards.

Engrossed in my thoughts, I barely hear the sudden chime that emanates from my phone. The once dormant screen now holds a soft glow.

With a swift motion, my hand reaches out and grasps the device, the familiar shape fitting snugly in my hand as I open it, a delicate luminescence suffusing my face.

I click gently on the screen, bringing me once again to my emails.

With each sentence I read of the new text, my eyes grow wider, my brows furrowing and my lips curl in a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

A subtle gasp escapes my lips, a sudden shift in my expression that changes my demeanour from just moments ago, yet I remain in a deliberate silence, unsure whether to believe it or not.

My eyes shimmered with a captivating glimmer, reflecting the sheer delight that I felt in my pulsing heart.

In utter disbelief, I Mutter, "There's no way..."