Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Fell In Love With A Ghost : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

One "I can't do this anymore, Nova. I'm breaking up with you."I exit the messaging app, delete it from my activity log, then reopen it to read again. The same words reflect on my screen. That's it. That's the whole message. He's going to break up with me through text. Three years with him, and all I get is a text with fewer than twenty words. I wish we didn't have to break up, but I'd already accepted the fact long ago. What I will not accept, though, is this flimsy excuse for a message. I deserve more than a less than twenty-word text for putting up with him so long. So, I do what I think anyone with any degree of self-worth would do. I call him. He picks up the third time I call. "You really tried to break up with me through a message?" A car horn sounds somewhere around me, but I pay no attention. I hear him sigh. "I was gonna meet up with you, but I thought, what's the point?"I scoff. "Really, Chris? What's the point?""Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I should've done better.

My stomach gives a sickening lurch.Survival games? Hearing it being called that makes it sound worse than before. “I’m as scared as you look,” a female voice says, as the owner appears beside me. Unlike with my grumpy spirit guide, I’m not startled. In fact, I’m comforted by the knowledge that someone here shares my fear. I turn to see a tall, beautiful lady smiling at me. She stretches out a hand. “Hi, I’m soul 91. Or you can call me Liz,” she says. And then with a chuckle, she adds, “Please call me Liz.”I guess I’m not the only one who dislikes being called a number, then. I raise an eyebrow as I shake her hand. Or attempt to. My hand slides right through hers. “Oops,” she laughs, retracting her hand. “I forgot that we still have to learn to master our states. Sorry about that.”My brows pull together. “Our what?”“Our states?...” she frowns. “Didn’t your spirit guide tell you about it?”The look on my face must tell her all she needs to know, because her expression becomes

Cautiously, I proceed into the office. My professor sits behind his desk, eyes fixed on the door like he’s been waiting for me.“I’ve been waiting for you, Ms. Walter,” he says, confirming it.I glance back at Mr. Grump. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms folded as he watches. “Beg.”I turn to the professor. “I want a second chance to retake the test.”He raises an eyebrow. “And why should I give it to you?”“Because...” I take a deep breath, “I’m begging.”He opens his mouth to reply, but freezes mid-sentence, his lips parted, eyes blank.“What the hell?” I whisper, turning toward my spirit guide. “Why did he just… freeze?”But he’s no longer at the doorpost. Only his voice is heard, echoing through the walls when he answers. “You don't know how to beg.”I spin, trying to trace what part of the room he’s in. “How? I literally just did.”“Do you think this is a joke, Nova?” “I don’t–”He appears in front of me. “Do not lie, Nova. Your whole essence betrays your emotions as much

I drop my fork, gasping. “Are you sure you're–”“I said I’m fine!” I snap. Tears of frustration gather in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just... I’m sorry.”To prove it, I pick the fork back up and force a bite of pancake into my mouth.My senses prick as the food settles in my mouth. It’s bland and dry… crusty, even.I try not to wince as I chew. Apparently, I don’t hide it well enough, as Dad notices. “Don’t you like the food, princess?”I force myself to swallow. It feels like more of a punishment than relief, something grating against the walls of my throat. It burns, as if I've swallowed tiny pieces of glass. This time, I don’t try to hide the wince. “Water,” I rasp, clutching my throat. “I need water.”Instead of getting it for me, Mom places her hand over mine, squeezing tightly. Her head tilts. “What’s wrong, dear? Don’t you like pancakes anymore?”A chill races down my spine.I try to pull away, but her grip tightens.My gaze flickers to my father. He’s looking at me in the s

"No!" I cry. Yanking my hand from his grip, I try to run back, through the barrier of light. But once again, he stops me. "Why won't you just let me say goodbye?!" He takes his time answering. "I can take you back if you wish," he says evenly. "Then you will remain in a world designed to use your desires to destroy you." I swipe at my eyes angrily. "You're heartless." "Yes. Unlike you souls, I do not have a heart." His tone doesn't waver. "I don't act stupidly based on feelings. I am not naive. I think before I act. I do not let feelings guide decisions that determine fate.” His face stays neutral, but there's something else in his eyes – anger, maybe, or restraint. “Everything I do is planned, structured. That's why I'm superior to you. That's why, when I make a decision that could save your life – even if your feelings get in the way – I do it." I scoff but say nothing. Instead, I sink to the floor – or whatever passes for a floor here – and rest my chin on my knees. The next fe