Cupid Syndrome

Chapter 1: The Death of Jules Remy

May 15th, 1867
Jules Remy

The lively sound of the village is very comforting.
However, what is not comforting is the fact that Adrian spilled paint on my new dress. Me and mother just returned from the dry cleaners to try and wash it out. Mrs. Jean was able to clean most of it, but there was still an azure stain right where the paint spilt. I didn't mind, however. The pale blue stain makes the dress even more beautiful.

As we walked home, mother told me about a fish that father had caught. She said it would be what we eat for dinner. I was excited. Fish wasn't my favorite food, but it was always fun when father did the cooking. My mother's name was Jeanne Remy. My father was Auguste Remy. After my mother and father married, mother took his last name.

We lived in a quaint cottage, sitting idly. Father claimed that his grandfather built the cottage when he married. As we approached our home, I could smell the cooking fish. I can't wait for dinner!

     - Yours truly, Jules Remy.

Jules Remy was a 16 year old girl. Her skin was a dark chocolate color. Her hair appeared a dark brown which became hazel in the sun. Her eyes were a soft amber. She wore a beige dress with a sunflower in her bun.

Her mother had similar features. Her dress was more elaborate, with intricate patterns sewn at the bottom of the white fabric. She wore a simple sunhat with a blue ribbon. Her shawl was the same color.

The two entered the cottage. As Auguste cooked the fish, Jeanne knitted a scarf for him. The cottage was a small place, having only a kitchen, a wooden table, a restroom, and two rooms. One room was Jules', the other was her parent's.

Jules sat with her mother as she knitted, discussing their day.

One slip,

One mistake.

Auguste's hand slipped as he prepared the fish. He wasn't exactly skilled at cooking. Jeanne got up and attempted help.

The yarn tumbled.

With a scream and a shove, the kitchen burst into flames. Jules, Jeanne, and Auguste both didn't survive.

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June 17th, 20xx
Jules Remy

It's been around 150 years since I've passed.

I should be forgotten, as is the rule for every ghost.

Once everyone forgets of you, you will fade into the afterlife.

I'm not seen by most people.

Some people can see me, however.

Since my untimely death at only 16, I've made it my goal to visit America.

Mother told stories of the opportunities there.

Yet, we never visited.

However, I managed to board a ship which was carrying what seemed to be supplies. Luckily, it headed to America.

I had to be careful, for water burns me.

Now, I'm here.

In the bustling city.

A few people walk up to me and ask where my parents are.

They seem shocked when I say the truth.

I appear human, yet I don't feel that way.

Being a ghost is lonely.

  - Signed, Jules Remy.