I comb through my raven black hair, tightening my tie in the mirror.I sigh sadly, looking over at the deep red rose on my bedside table.
Red pen marking the date of my beloveds death on the calendar, October 31st.
I hear the church chiming twelve as Mikey bursts into my room.
"It's time." We say softly, in unison, our eyes both glazed over with nostalgia.
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The Ghost Of You [frerard short story]
FanfictionThis night, walk the dead... On October 31st, all the ghosts come out to play again... on October 31st 2007 Frank killed himself. "It's been a year, Frankie, come on... I miss you."