Still With You

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I'll never stop following you, no matter how much you avoid me.

I stare at my own reflection in the mirror.

Everything is a mess.

The dark circles under my eyes are getting worse because lack of sleep. When can I get back to my normal life? When will he stop disturbing me?

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes," I reply flatly without looking at him.

I keep telling myself that he's just my imagination, he's not real nor a ghost.

He's dead already.

I comb my hair slowly as I hear him walking towards me. Stay away, please. It's making me insane every time he's near.

It's just my imagination.

I'm imagining, he's not real.

He's not real.

It's just my imagination.

Stop imagining for god's sake!

Then, I feel a pair of hands touch my hair, caressing it gently. My body starts shivering because of his cold hands.

"You're shaking. Stay still, little one," he says.

I can see his lips curl into a smile from the mirror.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Done." He ties up my hair into a ponytail. He didn't even answer my last sentence.

I admit it, I miss those times when we were together or when he was still alive. Wonpil was my best friend and boyfriend at the same time. He was the only one that I had until he was killed in a car crash on his way to see me. I'm supposed to be happy that I still can see him now.

But this isn't what I wanted.

"You're spacing out again."

I ignore him and make my way out of my house instead.

...

Stop following.

Stop following.

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!"

I yelled loud enough, I bet everyone in the street heard me. And I'm correct, most of them are looking at me like I'm a crazy girl who talks to myself.

This is not even the first time.

"Don't shout. Everyone is staring at you." Wonpil pats my back like he didn't do anything wrong.

"Then stop following me." I look down while walking.

"We promised each other to be together forever."

I look away, my tears almost fell down. He's right about that. However, this is not what I meant.

"You're crying."

"I'm not."

"Don't cry anymore." he holds my hand and I can feel his fingers intertwined with mine. It feels so real. But it isn't.

"You should just leave me alone."

"I can't."

I let out a soft sigh as my eyes glance at the road, which many cars passing by. I've never tried this before. Who knows, he will finally leave me.