Apparitions

There's no explanation of why there are weird sprits in the world of Gaia. The numbers are inclining, faster then before…What's the reason? A mystery unfolds that smothers the entire mythical planet. Is it earth's fault? VanHitomi CelenaD MD SF

Memory Lane
"I feel so cold, lonely, why? Why!!?? It's my entire fault… Folken…oh my Folken, I wasn't there to-t-to save you. Too late. Too late to hold you once more. Fate just has to be so cruel."

A voice shouts in the darkness of the night. Cold breezes shake her so, the girl in pure white silk. Yet something is amiss, light of a cold sun shines through her skin, transparent as can be. The colors of her eyes are the only thing that is opaque, human and eerie looking. Tears that are not entirely normal fall from her face, a touch of froze pink taints the skin around her eyes. Her silver hair blows as it wills, keeping together much like a flag waving for a surrender under the control of life. Emerald grasses bend and lay flat around her knees almost making it seem she's real, but in fact; no one can see her…only one boy, Folken, and others, the Apparitions, ones much like herself. The sorrow stricken woman falls forward and curls herself tight in a ball, her dress and tresses lay around her. She closes her sad laden eyelids and whispers a wish.

"Folken, my dear Folken...call my name. Say Sora, tease me and say Sky girl. I want you with me, for I am lonely once more…so lonely. And so I'll be for all of eternity."

Two pairs of feet, one pale and transparent another pink and lively, walk up to the now unconscious woman.

12:23 am

Green eyes shoot up in shock, a nightmare teased her mind. Her peaceful bedroom becomes a shelter for shadows in the afterglow of the moon. A grunt comes out of the fear-stricken girl as she jerkily gets out of her warm bed. In a matter of minutes, the dirty-blond haired girl runs down the hallway, down the stairs, into the coat closet. Her tall, lengthy figure sways and bends as she tries to find that one jacket. A quick smile graces her face when her hands grab and put on her old blue jacket, the one she went with to a place no one, well on earth, knows. As she locks her house door from the outside, chilling winds smack against her, even down the jacket. Her mind now knew why she didn't ware this old blue pain-in-the-butt much. Autumn can be so beautiful, yet so cold and deathly. The girl, about the age of eighteen, finishes tying her shoe lace. She straitens herself and makes ready for the long jog to memory lane, a place welcome and not so welcome in the terms of Hitomi Kanzaki.

Van…

Tears now fall for the seventh time that week at midnight.

Tbc

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Story by: Infinitis

I'll show pictures for the story also. In another site though…