"Goodbye", he said quietly.
Just like that, she was a ghost.
And he had walked right through her.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅?
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
