Romans & histoires Spirited Away

Gwyneth waved at him, thinking, "Goodbye, Asher. I'm never going to see you again." Asher was about to upgrade Gwyneth's seat when Liana pulled him away. "Hurry up. The baby's hungry. Let's get through security quickly and grab something to eat in the lounge." Once they were through security, Gwyneth turned and made her way to the domestic lane. Soon enough, she was on the plane headed for the Payne residence. … By early morning, the flight overseas had finally landed. Asher got off the plane but couldn't find Gwyneth. He rang her up, but the line was met with an automated voice saying her phone was off.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

No city, no mountain, nothing! I saw the grass dancing with the wind and shined by the moonlight. It was a bright night. I turned my face to the sky and the stars glowed like glitters. No clouds. I never saw this kind of night. It felt so warm and so nice. Is it paradise? Am I dead already? Of course, I'm dead, it's not earth. It felt different. "Autumn. My strong and beautiful wolf." A sweet voice cracked the quiet night and I looked around. I can't find anyone. I'm alone. Who is that?

Akira had not finished his words, so Lee Umji only listened intently. "My body that woke up from a coma after one year was inhabited by Kim Hana. That is why she wrote a Daydream script about her life story. Then my body came back into a coma and after waking up for the second time, Kim Hana's soul forgot about herself and her own life," Lee Umji said, explaining position where at that time her soul was not in her body.

“Only for Lucifer to crash her high school’s prom. Voicing that he would be facing her, shortly.” The woman then turned to Ava with sadness in her eyes. “I am sorry for your part in all of this dear. But sorry for me sounding unpalite, but what makes you so special that he wants to go after you?” Ava sighed, “I would like to know that too.” She then thought ofr a minute. “I know I see things that normal people shouldn’t… I helped spirits crossover, I guess.” The man froze, as he blinked at her. “You…can do what?”

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Just then, a figure shot out of the river and came flying in James and Thea’s direction. “James, watch closely!” Thea called aloud and darted forward. She did a small spin and gave the figure a heavy kick, sending it in another direction at incredible speed. Meanwhile, several figures had shot out of the river, traveling in different directions in the air. These people started kicking and passing around Waitara Path’s soul spirit, who was the first figure to come out of the water and whose Primordial Spirit was missing, as if he were a ball. James was intrigued as he watched the others have fun passing the ‘ball’ around.

Why'd he have to look so good? I looked down at the books he had given me. There were five total and I realized that I had never read any of these to Nate. I looked at the first one and turned it over, reading the back. A little boy that encounters a giant in the forest. The little boy uses his quick thinking and courage to escape the giant and return to his family. Being back home, he realizes the love and security of his family are all the support and strength that he needs and that knowing his family is there for him, he can face any fears. It seemed to really fit not only the situation tonight but also the bond that Nate and I had so that was the one that I selected.

“Enjoy your day, little star.” Aries lifts his head and gives me a soft hiss. “You too, Aries.” And together, the two of them disappear down the path. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. Which, unfortunately, is never a good thing. So I run. Not because I’m trying to escape. Not because I’m trying to outrun memories. Because after five years trapped inside stone walls, I still haven’t grown tired of freedom. By the time I finally return to the dorms, sweat drips down my neck and my lungs burn pleasantly.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.