Ghost // h.s. fanfic (ON HOLD)

~Harry~ My voice is called but it all sounds like background noise as I watch her move. Just the way she walks, she’s like a ghost. A graceful creature, striding with unwavering confidence in her stance and the intensity of her presence showing through her icy blue eyes as she makes her way towards me. I want to stand and tell her to sit by me. But that would be impossible. Because she, so wrapped up in her ominous glow, was so distant from me. And I was part of this world, so far from hers. But I wanted so badly to cross into her world.