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There was a long silence between us two. I can hear his heavy breathing. How the hell did he manage to touch me?
"H-hey."
He lifted his head, his emotionless eyes boring to mine. It almost hurts to look at them.
I sat on the floor beside him while he remain silent. His hand balled into a fist.
"I... I just touched you, didn't I?" His breathy voice croaked. The hope in it lingering in every letter.
"I guess? I mean I didn't tumble down by myself or did I?"
He stared at both of his hands then back to me. I tilted my head wondering what's going on inside his head.
"Can we try it again?"
"What?"
"Can I touch you?"
I backed off a little, he crawled towards me slowly while I kept on backing away. I felt the soft couch pressed on my back.
Don't be scared, Liz. You can run now, don't be afraid. You will just pass through him.
I kept assuring myself that everything's fine and I can pass through this but my body is not cooperating. I can't even lift a finger.
A ghost is in front of me but he looks too real that it scares me to run. He stopped when we're only inches apart. I saw how his lips parted as he slowly reach for me.
Not being able to do anything, I just shut my eyes tightly. I felt a cold air grazed my forehead. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw him attempting to touch my forehead with the back of his palm but of course, to no avail, it just passed through me.
After he pulled his hand away, cold chills run down my spine. I coughed as I reach for air that I've been unconsciously restricting since earlier.
He looked conflicted as he stared at his own hands. The frustration that formed on his face was too evident. I can even feel his emotions from afar.
"Why?" His hands were shaky and his shoulders started trembling too.
"Of all people, why me!?" He exclaimed then turned his back to me, maybe in attempt of hiding his expression but too late, I saw the fear on his eyes.
"H-hey you." Although I'm obviously frightened, I can't help but worry for him.
At times like this, I wish I know what to do. I never had a normal friend. I don't know how to act around people. Or ghosts? Or whatever this man is.
But the fear of being alone with no one to run to? I feel like I can relate to it very well, that's why seeing somebody like him makes my heart swell.
"Are you crying?" I slowly went closer to him. He still has his back turned to me.
"Hey.." I was about to tap his shoulder when I remembered I cannot touch him. I stopped my hand and sighed.
