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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 .

When heartbreaks and tears are all forgotten instead. Would you be my girl, girl girl girl girl girl... My girl, girl? Dried roses, betwixt our soul pages. Music and lyrics, Twists and dances. When it's dark and moonless. Would I still be this hopeless? Would you be my girl, girl girl girl girl girl... My girl, girl?

’ 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.

Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now.

His charming smile and angelic eyes captivated her and she felt like he is standing right in front of her, listening to what she has to say… “Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again?” Mayra opened her eyes and a tear escaped her orbs confronting the reality. The reality in which she is not with Ved and there’s nothing she could do about it. “I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Her heart budded. "I am," the woman nodded. "My name is Vanzie. I ran out of my house to escape an earthquake days ago. I have no idea how I got here. Please, dear goddess, return me to my place. I don't want to die here! That grim reaper is after me to take my soul!" Jennet pulled her away from the crowd and went into an empty alley. "Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-"

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

‎“Come, Misha. The night is young. Let’s go find you a girl who doesn’t know your name yet.” ‎I follow her. ‎But my eyes keep searching the crowd. ‎For emerald. ‎For the ghost I let walk away. ‎For the only woman I ever loved. ‎And the only one I’ll never deserve again. ‎