My Angel
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"W-Why are you haunting me, and how do I know this is real?" Lucy asked almost in tears. Alastor held up his hand and it suddenly had a fire lit along the top of his fingers. Lucy looked around wildly at the people around her to see if anyone else could see what he was doing. "I was sent to haunt you until you decide to kill yourself I think." He answered and he leaned back and closed his eyes. "It was kinda unclear but that's what I got. Though I'm not allowed to do it myself so you don't have to worry about that." He answered. She looked down at his resting face and her mind started spinning with even more questions.
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