The Boy Who Never Reached Her Dreams
Her voice was so soft, I thought even a ghost could have auditory hallucinations.
Naomi pulled a crumpled milk candy from her bag and set it on my grave.
Then, she turned and walked away.
I stared at that candy for a long time.
"Naomi, I don't like sweets anymore," I thought to myself.
I tried to kick it away, but my toes slid right through it.
I smiled faintly. Feeling a dull ache in my chest, I sat down on the hillside.
The sun was setting, bleeding red across the sky above me. Ghosts didn't have much to do for fun, so I usually spent my time staring blankly at the clouds.