The music's loud.
It makes me
jump
right out of my skin.
I run over
and turn it down.
As I do,
I see the slightest reflection
of Jackson
on the stainless steel fridge.
"Oh, God.
It's really you.
Jackson.
You're here."
I feel him
move closer to me.
The smell of him
fills me up.
It makes the hairs on my arms
stand up straight.
"Can I touch you?" I whisper.
No answer.
I guess,
in order to
touch,
there has to be skin,
which a ghost
doesn't have.
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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...
