The fog was still floating around my apartment, I sometimes wished that I would get home and it would be gone like a breeze carried it off to somewhere better.
"Hey there, how was your day?" Her voice echoed in my head, like a distant dream, I couldn't remember if I knew this voice.
"It was fine, thank you." I pop my head into my kitchen, there she is. Sheila sits on the dinner table, she's smoking a cigarette. She's reading an old novel from my library, she makes living look easy.
"What are ya reading?" I ask.
Her mouth moves and speaks towards my direction yet it makes only white noise. Her smile is warm and still has the transparency I've grown used too. It smells good, dinner's ready I hope.
On Friday, we agreed to ditch school and meet at the lone bench under the oak tree. From there, we took the 8:20 am bus that runs along the coast, where we could get off and see the ocean. A window was open towards the front of the bus and it let in a good breeze to the back of the bus where we sat.
We didn't have much money between us, our funds could only cover the bus ride to there and back. Sheila was anxious and so was I. She had packed us sandwiches and I brought 3 liters of water as well as 2 towels.
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My Ghost of a Girlfriend
ÜbernatürlichesA short tale of what it might mean to love someone. This poor ol' boy can't catch a break, he forgot that death is a part of life. Now that the spirit of his dead girlfriend has come to haunt him, he wants out.
