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Angels
"Well, got rid of another ghost," Suze said happily as she jumped onto her bed and rolled over on her side so that she was facing me. I sat on the window seat reading, but had stopped when she came in.
Ghost. The word seemed to echo in my ears. I'm a ghost, a soul that has lost its way when trying to make it to the next world, a spirit with unfinished business. It sounded like such a curse when I read its definition in my mental dictionary, and yet some reason I wouldn't let myself figure out my unfinished business, somehow I didn't WANT to move on. It confused me.
She was smiling triumphantly waiting for me to congratulate her.
"You seem to be getting better at this Susannah." I said not being able to quite sound happy. Her smile dropped.
"What's wrong?" She asked. I over came the urge to disappear right then. It would just be too obvious if I did.
"Nothing, just... Tired," I said. I wasn't sure if ghosts ever GOT tired. She looked at me skeptically from where she laid. Finally she dropped her gaze and rolled back onto her back.
"Do you ever... Well, ever think about it?" She didn't have to explain I knew what she was talking about.
"Yes," I said truthfully.
"Does it scare you?" I wanted to say that it didn't, I guess a typical male pride thing. But I couldn't seem to lie to her.
"It does," I said seriously.
"I'll miss you, when you leave," She said glancing at me. I smiled gently.
"I know Querida," I said softly. She looked back t the ceiling; I could see it in her face, the look that all people seemed to get before they cry. And I wanted to kiss her the way I did back at the cemetery. I wanted to tell her it was ok, that I'd never leave, ever, that we could always be together. But I knew I couldn't promise her that; she was still human, I was still ghost, and the odds of us being together were not good. That was why we had decided to remain platonic.
It was very wrong of me, but I wondered what it would be like if Susannah died, if she could be a ghost too, if we COULD be together for eternity. But then I thought,
'Susannah would never be a ghost...
She'd be an angel...'
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Thanks for reading! I LOVE Jesse, he's so sweet. So I just had to write a fic about him. I hope you like it.
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Angels
"Well, got rid of another ghost," Suze said happily as she jumped onto her bed and rolled over on her side so that she was facing me. I sat on the window seat reading, but had stopped when she came in.
Ghost. The word seemed to echo in my ears. I'm a ghost, a soul that has lost its way when trying to make it to the next world, a spirit with unfinished business. It sounded like such a curse when I read its definition in my mental dictionary, and yet some reason I wouldn't let myself figure out my unfinished business, somehow I didn't WANT to move on. It confused me.
She was smiling triumphantly waiting for me to congratulate her.
"You seem to be getting better at this Susannah." I said not being able to quite sound happy. Her smile dropped.
"What's wrong?" She asked. I over came the urge to disappear right then. It would just be too obvious if I did.
"Nothing, just... Tired," I said. I wasn't sure if ghosts ever GOT tired. She looked at me skeptically from where she laid. Finally she dropped her gaze and rolled back onto her back.
"Do you ever... Well, ever think about it?" She didn't have to explain I knew what she was talking about.
"Yes," I said truthfully.
"Does it scare you?" I wanted to say that it didn't, I guess a typical male pride thing. But I couldn't seem to lie to her.
"It does," I said seriously.
"I'll miss you, when you leave," She said glancing at me. I smiled gently.
"I know Querida," I said softly. She looked back t the ceiling; I could see it in her face, the look that all people seemed to get before they cry. And I wanted to kiss her the way I did back at the cemetery. I wanted to tell her it was ok, that I'd never leave, ever, that we could always be together. But I knew I couldn't promise her that; she was still human, I was still ghost, and the odds of us being together were not good. That was why we had decided to remain platonic.
It was very wrong of me, but I wondered what it would be like if Susannah died, if she could be a ghost too, if we COULD be together for eternity. But then I thought,
'Susannah would never be a ghost...
She'd be an angel...'
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Thanks for reading! I LOVE Jesse, he's so sweet. So I just had to write a fic about him. I hope you like it.
Look at the little box down there! Click on it and drop me a message!
Look down V