He walked past the fountain every day, yet he had never seen her before. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Was she even human? Her hair was whiter than anyone else's. Her smile brighter, her eyes sparkled alot more. Her skin... Pale. As if...
No! It can't be! Ghosts don't excist.
It was nice summer weather, yet she had a scarf on her neck. What was it that made her so different? He thought about it every day from that moment on, hoping to see her again some day. It was as if he had dreamt it. As if she never even excisted.
One day he walked past the fountain, as usual. There she was again. The girl with the beautiful hair and skin. He had fallen in love with her, yet never spoken to her. He kept staring at her until she.. She disappeared?? What? She was gone again. Disappeared into dust.
Then he woke up from the most beautiful dream he ever had.
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Short stories that pop up in my mind
Short StoryThis is a book that soon will be filled with a bunch of short stories I think of, mostly during class. I hope you'll like it :)
