i think, that ive finally accepted it. have i?
its already been 3 months, 3 months since i, i- passed away. i had stood dumb founded, on the fated day 3 months ago, watching my self lie on the cold concrete road, soaked in my own blood and only 24, taking my last breath. that was the first day, the first day of being a ghost you can say, but i prefer to call myself a spirit. no one else can see me, but other spirits. there are a lot less of us than you would think, i run accross one every month or so, one time a granny, another a young child. i've come to learn that us 'spirits' long here on earth because we died an unfair death, and so until we have satisfied whatever we may need to, we are stuck here, forever.
i attend my university, still, as weird as it seems. i watch each class of mine go through exams, sit through class and even graduate. life hasn't stopped after i left. sometimes being able to be unseen is a good thing. like spying and peeking in on others' business, but i try to refrain from doing so. except, there is one person, a boy infact, who makes eye contact with me, everytime i pass with. his head following my movements as i make stupid faces, and go right up to his face that i was see his smile lines. im not sure yet, but im almost certain that he can see me. he can feel my presence.
140217; happy valentines yall single people who read ff like i do, remembering how single i am. haven't written a plot in a long time, im sorrehh
ALSO HAPPY 7.7K! I SWEAR I WAS JUST THANKING YOU GUYS FOR 5K IM SO CONFUSED, BUT I THANK EVERYSINGLE VOTE, COMMENT AND READ. MEANS A LOT. THANK YOU GUYS *HUGS*
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