"I don't understand, why are you so rude to everyone, we didn't do anything to you!", Tim shouted.
I stay silent and look away. They don't want to know the reason.
They know I'm a ghost.
"Maybe it's because he died, I mean, look at Jason", Dick said and shrugged.
"Hey!", Jason exclaimed.
"Sorry", Dick said and chuckled.
"It's not because I died", I say and look away, frowning.
"Then why is it?", Damian asked.
"See, I tried to make friends and...I did but...", I say and sigh.
"But...why?", Tim asked.
"You sure know how it is to loose somebody, right?", I ask.
They stay silent.
I sigh again. "Think guys. I'm like two hundred years old", I say and Tim suddenly looks understanding but remains silent.
The other three still look at me, unknowing.
"I had friends", I said and paused before continueing. "I'm a ghost, I'll never die...but...", I let out a shaky sigh before finally telling them. "I had to watch my friends die. I found new ones, and they died. So I decided never to be close to any person ever again", I say, very close to crying.
And now they understand. But they never will.
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Random Oneshots
RandomJust like the title says. I guess it will mostly be DC and such stuff. Enjoy :) You can ask if you want to write a story based on my oneshots :))
