My ghost will follow me into my grave.
I won't haunt anyone other than myself when I'm gone, I've just been that kind of person. Nobody will expect to see me in the doorway and be sad when I don't show. No one is going to cry or feel bad.
No one except Joceline.
But her ghost is why my ghost won't bother people. They know why she's a ghost, because of me.
She didn't see the danger in caring about me.
I taught her a lesson for that. Stupid, naive Joceline. She should've listened.
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Building Blocks
Short StoryFlash fiction for inspiration. The prompts are mine, anything that comes from them is yours. Let me know if I spur on any creativity!
