Bi_jou11
The air in the Coastal City is too heavy for ghosts.
It clings to your skin like a wet shroud, smelling of salt, hospital-grade bleach, and the stagnant water of the sub-county drainage system. At 4'7", I've always felt small, but standing here on this balcony, looking down at the concrete five floors below, I feel microscopic.
I'm a second-year nursing student. I know the anatomy of a fall. I know exactly which bones would shatter first. I know the sound a body makes when it stops being a person and starts being a "case study" for the interns in the HDU.
I should know. I was just there.