Autumn Killed Summer with the Softest Kisses

She began her descent through the narrow seats, she walked past the boy, the temperature seemed to become numbing as the air slowly turned into stiff tension.

Or rather cursed.

She hurried it up, ducking out of the way of people that threw belongings over to the next person or the swinging of bags.

"Found one?" A voice mocked near her ear, the tone heavily annoying.

"I think so." She whispered back, sweat began to track down her back as she felt pressure linger on her neck.
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Teenage love is never easy, with fluctuating hormones and harsh thoughts. But with the involvement of ghosts, it makes it much more difficult.