nightlight | h.s.
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"Go scream, run and leave like everyone does, human." She softly said with her sweet voice as she turned around, looking at the expanse of the city now surrounded by different colors of lights.
With her head bowed down, my heart sent sympathy and pity towards her. And it was weirdly fluttering at the sight- long hair blown by the wind, along with her long, thin and silky lilac dress and the nightlight illuminating her pale skin. If only it was just my first time seeing her, I would've thought of her as a gorgeous normal human being, which she is clearly not. There's just something in me that dragged my heart and soul towards this girl- or should I say ghost.
Normally, people would do what she just said- scream, run and leave. My mind tells me to, but my heart overtook my senses as I slowly walked towards her, putting my hand carefully on her non-existent shoulder.
Well I guess I'm not normal at all.
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