I could feel my lips curl into a smile even though my heart broke as I watched her kiss him. Her. Trianna Lily. Even her name was beautiful. Just like her.
I wanted to, but I couldn't turn away from the sight. Away from her. So I stood there, leaning against the tree in her favourite park, watching the love of my li- sorry. The love of my death falling for another.
Oh right.
I'm dead.
Forgot for a moment that I didn't tell you that earlier. I've been dead for a long time now. So long that I don't even remember anything from when I was alive, but that's understandable because I was only five years old when I breathed my last.
You're probably imagining a creepy ghost of a five year old boy lusting after a seventeen year old girl aren't you? You couldn't be more wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible
Short StoryLove isn't bound by life. It is so much more than a mere lifetime can hope to capture. (I swear I'll put up a better description soon. Till then, bear with this please.)
