The Ghost Of You Lyrics Novels & Stories

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re chasing a ghost?” Her perfume filled the air, cloying, suffocating. I pulled my hand away, jaw tightening. “Because ghosts don’t get to rise from the grave and parade around as if they’re untouchable.” My voice sharpened, venom dripping with every word. “She should have stayed buried. But now…” I leaned forward, my reflection catching in the dark screen. My eyes were fever-bright, consumed. “Now, I’ll make sure she regrets ever stepping into the light.”

“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.”

Without thinking, I walked outside, wanting to blend into the vast, frozen world around me. The weight on my shoulders grew heavier, my breathing became more labored, and my limbs began to lose sensation. I walked on numbly. The vast world around me offered no place of belonging. In the haze of my consciousness, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person was panting as he reached out a pair of trembling arms to catch me before I fell. Though my body was weak, I still had some weight to me. In the icy cold, the frail arms struggled to carry me. Then, I heard a familiar murmuring in my ears, saying, "You can't die… You can't die…"

She just looked back at him expressionlessly. Her gaze felt like a lance. It pierced through his chest, shredding his heart as it twisted inside of him. He said again, “Don’t you worry. Even if ghosts really exist, they will only come straight to me. It has nothing to do with you, so why the hell are you doing this to yourself?”

But then, his voice drove a spike of ice through my heart. “That’s it, Red,” he murmured, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to make me gasp for air, “Let me see it. Let me see all that pain you’ve been hiding.” My insides froze, the words slammed into me so hard that I forgot to breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was him. Ghost. My vision blurred as tears pricked the corners of my eyes again. I wanted to deny it, to shove him away and scream that it wasn’t possible, but I couldn’t even form the words. His thumb brushed over my jaw, almost tender, almost mockingly gentle.

She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died. It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick. It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

"He was taking too much time. All I needed was their help, and it wasn't very hard to get considering the fact that you've always treated them like shit." The guards standing around him nodded in agreement. Ghost lay on the floor still, drops of tears etched around the corner of his eyes. "I'm sorry," Ghost stared at the guards. "Tell my daughter I love her. I really do." The guards nodded and watched as he coughed frantically. "This is sickening," Calisté muttered and forged a sword from the air. "Last words?" "I'm losing." Ghost snapped his fingers and his body went up in flames.

I'm still your 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? 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 Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.