William sat on the foot of the bed in the girl's room. She was humming a lively tune as she cleaned and organized her desk. She was graceful; a delight to watch. She brought beauty to the simplest tasks. William tapped his foot and bobbed his head to the beat of her song. She always made him smile. His heart felt warm when he was with her. He always did everything he could to return the favor.
"Aw, strawberries!" She cried as beads bounced and rolled across the floor. The broken string of what must have once been a necklace was still in her hand.
"Oh, I'll get it!" William said. He jumped up from the bed to chase the beads. In one swift motion, he darted around he room and stopped them from rolling under the furniture.
She beamed when she saw that none of the beads had disappeared. "Excellent!" She said as she knelt down to pick them up. William was so happy, he giggled to himself. Warmth filled his body. He knelt down beside her and listened as she continued to hum.
He admired that the girl took pleasure in simple things: rainbows in soap bubbles, the symmetry of leaves, the "genius design of spider webs." She was wonderful. William almost never left her side. She made him feel whole. She was everything to him.
Later, the girl was writing a poem. She liked to write every once in a while and had a playful, lighthearted style. She never wrote about anything very sad. William liked reading her work. It made him feel like he was getting to know her even better.
William leaned over her shoulder and read the last stanza she had written. It was a silly poem about snow. He laughed and told her, "This one is really good!"
She froze. Her pencil hung in the air, positioned over an 'i' where she was about to add the dot. Her eyes grew wide.
William frowned and pursed his lips in concern. "What's wrong?" He said.
The girl's shoulders tensed. She swallowed anxiously and leaned away from William.
His eyes grew wide in response. People rarely acted as if they knew exactly where he was.
"Can you... see me?" He whispered hesitantly.
She didn't answer. With shaky, rapid breath, she opened her desk and pulled out a blue jay feather.
"I remember when we found that!" William exclaimed. She still didn't respond. She pulled out a string and carefully tied it to quill end of the feather. Then, slowly, she stood up and held the string out in front of her. The feather swung gently back and forth.
"If someone is there," the girl said, still nervous but trying to sound confident, "please, show yourself."
"It's okay," William spoke softly. "It's just me." He pushed the feather, making it swing higher and faster than before. The girl screamed.
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Ghost Boy (title will change)
RomanceThis a fun story about a ghost who haunts who he believes to be his crush. He doesn't quite understand that he is a ghost, but he knows that no one can hear or see him. That is, until he laughs at something his crush says, and she helps him find who...
