My eyes never left her as she spoke. I couldn't decide if I should cry and grieve or be happy and relieved.
My love was dead yet here I was, staring at her ghostly form.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as the vividness of her image grew. I could see every detail of her now and I was in awe. The way she moved, the intensity of her angry gaze; I was at a loss for words.
I could feel the small, almost invisible smile growing on my face.
How could a rageful ghost be this beautiful?
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Eunoia • Book Three
Puisi𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book Three of Eunoia (Bea...
