I'm putting on makeup.
I'll be like a clown
and no one will see
the real face
behind the mask.
I don't want Cali to see
the sad me,
the depressed me,
the shamed me.
As I stand in the bathroom,
carefully lining my eyelids
bronze,
I feel a splash
of cool air.
I shiver.
I feel something.
Something behind me.
Something familiar.
Hauntingly familiar.
I glance behind me,
but I don't see
anything.
Or anyone.
And then,
when I look in the mirror
again,
I see,
for a split second,
not just me,
but someone else.
Jackson.
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I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
