Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...
I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.
I was a normal seventeen ano old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I amor everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.
I amor her.
That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.
Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minuto of everyday, as a ghost....
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