If I Live

5.

I miss Mike.

He is the only one who would ghost with me.

Well, he is the only one who can ghost with me. People in real physical, fleshy bodies can't ghost.

Why did he go to stare at his friends?

He wouldn't let me stare at the girls. This isn't fair. Why is he so hypocritical?

We are attempting to figure out how to get in to our bodies.

Maybe sitting on them will work? Probably not.

I should try that. But if it works, how will I tell Mike?

He needs to be there when I figure it out.

I need to stay for Ezra, for Mike, for everyone.

But I still can't help thinking back to all those fights.

The slamming doors.

The screaming.

The silence.

The tears.

But not even a billion fights could make me hate Ezra.

I love that man so much. He is the sweetest.

Every minute I am out of my body, I am hurting him more and more.

I can't keep doing this to him. To me.

To us.

I miss the simple things like eating, talking, texting, laughing.

I even miss breathing

I need to get back in to my body.

Shorty short fluff chapter. Next chapter will be lit.