AN- hi guys! So this is a one time thing, I just re-read these story and I notified have different my writing style was then, sure it was only about a year ago but I changed a lot! So here is a Book Thief oneshot for old times sake!
Disclaimer- I don't own this
He remembered how her cork screw curls used to bounce when they'd play soccer. And even if she skinned her knee she'd always keep my playing, even if it meant she'd get Hell later.
He remembered when he'd knock on her door and she would tell him to leave her to read. Later he discovered that she read to a man who was sick and sleeping.
He remembered the days they gave bread the the Jews, swam in the river, had races, stole apples and books. Jesus, Mary and Joseph those books.
He remembered the book floating in the December water and her shaking his bomb bruised body. And the kiss he could never return.
And he followed her down the hallway, where her husband kissed her cheek and her son pulled her leg. She was happy, he was happy enough. He wanted to be happier but he was only a ghost and that could never happen.