Chapter Sixteen: Ghost.
Eight days, fourteen hours and fifty-five minutes. That's how long ago it was since Summer had talked to Winter. She hadn't seen him at school for a whole 192 hours and she was starting to get worried. Was he okay, did something happen to him? Questions were invading her mind. She wanted to see him with her own eyes, know that he was okay. If he was okay, she was okay.
She realized something that day when Winter had picked her books up; Maybe she wasn't the ghost she always thought she had been.
Summer couldn't get his stunning voice out of her head. She couldn't get him out of her head. His amber eyes, his defined jawline, his curly hair, his plumped lips.. She really had to stop thinking about him.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
