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Crystal tried saying but then the person who had picked up the call interrupted. “This is the phone of a dead human, please come help your family at the train station!” immediately the call ended. Crystal paused for a while wondering what she had just heard the other person say. She was only twelve years old and losing her parents wasn’t something she wished for. She sat down slowly on the couch and different thoughts popped into her head as tears ran down from eyes soaking her clothes. “My parents are dead” she mumbled looking lost alone in the house. After few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up from the couch , grabbed her bag from her room and left for the train station.

“memories why are you so stubborn, We can’t let you go, And to you, we can’t hold onto. Memories why do you stay, Like a ghost who has an unfinished mess, And you do nothing but lay deep down. We wait for your voice to be heard out loud, But all we get is a silence with a deafening howl…” I said out loud and I was struggling to find the next line, so I started looking at the waves. They always help. “why can we not understand the message beneath, Why do we hear just a howl? Why can we not see what you do to us, By igniting the fire every then and now.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

I didn't let him talk anymore. "WHAT?" he asked. Almost a scream. I could sense the confusion he had on the other line, but with the noise in the background, I thought maybe he didn't just hear what I said. The noise was not music at all. It sounded more like the engine of some kind of motor. It wasn’t a plane and I was sure. "JUST PICK! YES OR NO?" I repeated in a scream on top of my lungs to make him hear it. "I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT BUT I’M CHOOSING YES!"

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

Anyone with an ounce of sympathy would have helped me upon seeing my pitiful state. My broken limbs had trembled with pain, and my tears had streamed down my face onto the ground. A sharp pain had torn through my abdomen, and the sea around me had turned crimson with my blood. I had thought, "My baby, I'm so sorry. It's my fault for holding onto someone who never belonged to me. And now you won't get the chance to open your eyes and see the world."

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

’ The aside was muttered angrily. I really, really hated the way he belittled me. ‘And by the way, she is a soul, a trapped soul, so please stop calling her ghost.’ And he winked out of my mind, leaving me with a confused silence. If the ghost -soul- was trapped, who trapped her here? “Kiera?” Hands shook my shoulder urgently and my mum’s wide eyes filled my vision. “Why are you talking to yourself? Is something the matter?” Damn, I’d been talking to my self again. Kyros really was going to get me sent to a mad house.