Once upon a time, there was a ghost named Luca wandering in the cemetery of her town. Being hated by the inhabitants, he sat on her grave. There were many rumours and histories about him telling of his experiences and that he committed suicide after losing his beloved Hannah. "Another night alone" he thought. It wasn't boring for him, he was used to it. The usual silence comforted him. He looked at the stars thinking of the beautiful future he could have had with his wife. Suddenly a breeze blew, carrying away his last thoughts and the gifted strokes of the great clock, announcing the gifted strokes of midnight.
A person appeared in front of the ghost, taking him out of his thoughts. He recognised an old friend, seemingly coming to visit him. This friend was his only one and he was her only friend back. No one took her seriously. Shy and believing in the supernatural, that's how Neptune was. She used to tell Luca stories about how she could see ghosts and communicate with them. She often came to visit him and annoy him, but this time she seemed really calm. Luca turned to face Neptune and noticed something. She didn't have that usual smile, she had a very serious expression like when something was wrong. Neptune didn't dare to utter this phrase which made her throat itch, putting more and more pressure on herself.
She sat down next to the ghost waiting for a reaction from him. "What do you want?" Luca asked. "An answer, the truth." Neptune whispered, bowing her head.
She continued,
"-Rumours are pits, aren't they?
-Some of them. Alice paused.
-What about your death? Was it really because of an amorous depression?" This time the ghost did not answer, letting silence speak for itself.
