we know the way to heaven // fransykes

one

oliver
i was on my way to a pub to meet my best friend, matt nicholls. i grimaced as someone bumped my shoulder.
i push open the wooden door. i was told that this place has been open since the late 1700s.
(btw josh died in like 1801.)
of course, it's a restoration.
"oiii, oli!" matt slurred.
"hey, matt. ah, jordan, mate! i didn't know you'd be here!"
i "bro hug" jordan, i slap his back, pulling away. i took the stool next to matt,and didn't care to what they were saying.
this feeling... is back.
a feeling of faint, timid sadness. i felt it next to me. i frowned, looking beside me to find the space empty. sometimes i just felt these things. it was like i felt hurt or happiness radiating from nothing. i don't believe in ghosts.
this one was very hurt. a deep aura that i could relate to. but it was timid and hopeful. sometimes i wonder if anyone else feels this.
i heard a faint whisper...
i looked around, but nothing was there. no one was close enough to whisper something to me. i didn't want to seem like a madman, so i said nothing. but someone was trying to talk to me.