A Goddess Gifted by Fate
I know that man.
I've seen his face in my dreams, thousands of times before. But they were just dreams, this is, whatever this is. Why would he be here? Does that mean he is real? I don’t even know if this ghost walk thing is real, so perhaps I am just dreaming. He looks like I remember. Black hair, pale skin, golden eyes. In my dreams, he would smile at me and tell me he loved me. In my dreams, I called him Daddy. But they were just that, dreams. I don’t have a father. He was just a well concocted figment of my childlike imagination. He only existed to ease my suffering when I was young and weak. I never actually saw this man for real. Because he isn’t real. This isn’t real. I dreamed him u
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