The Dark Side

The Invisable Boy

Once apon a time I met a ghost
He was quiet and withdrawn. Nobody seemed to approach him,
So day,
I did.
He shrank away at first, but when I spoke he seemed suprised. He told me nobody had ever spoken to him.
That Nobody could even see him
But somehow
I was different
Feeling sympathy for the boy, The fear in his eyes when he looked at me, I decided not to speak to him again, not if he was afraid of me. But everyday, on my way to class,
I'd see him watching me.
I could swear he almost looked...
Disappointed,
Everytime I walked by.
So again, one day, I approached him. This time he didn't shy away but welcomed my company.
We talked for a little while.
The boy was funny,
He made me laugh.
Such a genuine sound I hadn't heard from myself in years.
I began to visit him everyday, talking and laughing.
I began to leave my friends to spend time with him.
He was so kind, so excepting, so understanding, I realised none of my friends had really been my friends,
And just used me for support.
While I suffered alone.
So everyday I would spend time with the boy.
Earning strange looks from my pears pasing by.
After all,
To them, I was talking to no one,
But I didn't care.
Soon, the comfort I felt with him,
Turned into something else.
An intence longing for him.
An intense protectiveness.
An intense passion.
So one day I attempted to reach out, but as my hand touched his arm it went right through.
Just like it would if he were a ghost.
He sadly admited he didn't know what he was or why he was here.
He didn't recorl any death, but guessed hw must have died, and maybe had some unfinished business that was preventing him from moving on.
It broke my heart,
Seeing him in such pain,
But I kept it down, and tryed to keep his spirts up.
The next week I again went to visit him, like evey other day,
But I'd made a decision,
I was going to tell him how much I cared for him.
His response was unexpected and left me speechless.
Literally.
He told me he loved me, leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine.
Once he pulled away I embrased him with joy.
I could feel his cold skin under my figer tips, his scruffy T-shirt, his silky hair.
For years we stayed committed,
Though nobody else could still see him, including our two feline companions, We didn't mind.
We had eachother.
One day though, his image started to fade.
He become more and more translucent till I could no longer touch him.
He became cold and distent,
Traped by his own mind,
No longer confiding in me,
And for the thousenthed time,
My heart broke
For the last time.

Now I live with a ghost.
He floats aroumd my house not making a sound,
Not looking at me,
Not speaking to me.
But I can't bare to let him go
I can't bare to be in an empty house,
Alone.
So I live with a ghost.
Hoping,
One day,
We'll go back to the way it was.
The first time he made me laugh.