Her.
- LETTURE 3
- Voti 1
- Parti 1
Every single day i played with her, every single day i would talk to her, every single time she needed a shoulder to cry on I was there, moving my fingers on her soft rosy cheeks and calming her.I would sit hours and hours listening to her talk. When she was 3,I would throw a tea party for her,sometimes being the voice of her stuffed animals just to make it look like they're alive. I agree i've done wrong in my life and yeah, I may have drawn on the walls and blamed it on her and ok sometimes i did steal her stuff and kept them in my stash, But i swear i was just trying to be funny.Every inch she grow i feel more in love with her.When she started going to school, i would wake up early in the morning to kiss her on the forehead.I would even help her out in tests,Looking at other students answers and whispering it in her ear.I saw her grow more beautiful every single day to the point where her blonde her would make all the girls jealous and her beautiful blue eyes would make all the guys swoon. The older she got the less she would talk to me,to the point where at the age of 14 she would ignore my existence in the room, She knew i was right in front of her but she wouldn't look in my eyes.She started going to more and more parties and i would stay up till midnight staring out the window hoping she'll be safe .The last time i tried asking her to come home earlier she yelled at me saying she has her own life now and she's too old to spend time with me, One night i decided to follow her when she sneaks out so thats what i did.. but boy i wish i didnt, for a second her eyes l anded on mine, I asked her to stop, to come back but she turned her face and walked to her friends, Like i didnt matter, like i wasnt there,so i ran.. I ran as fast as i could and as far away from her, But i'll be back rosa, I'll be back to show you how dangerous hurting a 16000 year old ghost could be.
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