Who you?

Who you?

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Who am I? Well that's just the questions everyone's asking. My life's a lie but than again it's the most truth I have. See the thing is I don't know who I am but I know who you are. "Why is it so hard for you to admit you have feelings for me!" I yelled at him my voice breaking slightly at the end. He took a breath his eyes still unchanged; cold and hard like the day we met. He looked me right in the eye as he said "can't you see that your a silly little girl who mistook my kindness for such a pathetic emotion? Marking you was a mistake! I have never and will never love you! Nobody could love you anyway?" He said it with such annoyance like he was talking to a three year old. In that moment my heart was shattered by the one creature I never thought I could love.
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'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

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