Ghostly
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- Parts 11
Ongoing2h 12m
Last published Tue, Mar 28, 2017
I fell to my knees in the middle of the street and hung my head down shamefully.
What had I become...?
I looked down to my own two hands, which faded in with the color of the pavement of the road beneath me from which I stood. Then, I decided to face the reality that had become of myself.
I was invisible.
Forever to be unnoticed.
Living eternity as a nonexistent being.
I would never be able to go to Heaven or Hell.
Or the afterlife, or be with Rose.
Instead, I would remain forever cursed in this ghostly body I had,
never being able to rest in peace.
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