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CLYONE

"My dad says that ghosts really stay to finish a business that they didn't got to finish when they were still alive. I kind of believe that too."

Earlier it was you who is resting his head on my shoulder, but as time passed by, we exchanged positions. My head is now laid on your chest while we were laid on the cozy sheets underneath the blanket fort and are still watching the movie.

I, then, looked up on you and to my surprise, you are already looking down on me.

"How do you say so?" I really have no much idea about souls nor ghosts and such, but one thing is for sure. I am scared of ghosts. 

Geeze. Just the looks are already creepy and all, what more with their presence and especially if they are trying so hard to catch a certain person's attention. And what if that certain person is actually me? Geeze. What am I thinking and why do I have to think that way? I'm only scaring myself.

"Remember when my grandmother died?"