It had been a few years now since the witches curse. Norman was Older, wiser and less lonelier. Less lonelier in a sense. He had friends and was much more liked than he used to be before everyone understood. He could still see and talk with ghost as well. The only problem was that there was only one ghost he wanted to see. That one ghost however was no where to be found. Everyday he would go down the hallway from his room and look into Courtney's. Every day was the same and never seemed to change. He'd quietly open the door so his parents wouldn't hear. Inside he would step and take a seat on the bed. He'd wait for a while, getting lost in the quietness that filled the room the way darkness fills the night sky.
The quietness never changed, it never went away. The smell of her perfume was fading just like Normans hope that she'd return and be waiting.
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She's still gone
FanfictionAn extremely tiny little fanfic of Paranorman. He's older now. He's sadder now. She's gone and it hurts because despite their fighting he did love her.
