Her Ghost
They never go away. But they stopped whispering in her ear when she met him one snowy night…
L x Sunako
Sunako sat on the swing, kicking her legs.
I hate ugly girls…ugly…I hate ugly girls…scary girl…ghostie-chan…
Sunako hit her head with a hand, tears coming down her face. No matter what the Creatures of the Light told her, those words just kept coming back to her.
"Are you alright?"
Sunako turned to the speaker. He looked familiar. Oh, he's dressed the same way I am. "Yes," Sunako lied. "I'm fine."
"You're a terrible liar."
"Most people don't confide in strangers."
"Did you get dumped?"
Sunako winced. "What does that matter?"
"Because whoever dumped you was an idiot. You're rather pretty."
"No, I'm not."
"Sure you are," he said, sitting down next to her. "You have pretty eyes, sleek and shiny hair, and really nice looking skin. You're not bad looking either."
"Are you hitting on me?" Sunako spat.
"Not my intent, but I guess I am a little bit. You just looked really down, so I figured I'd try cheering you up. I'm not dangerous. When I'm done rambling, I'll go."
"If you don't I'll kick your ass."
He shrugged. "That'll be a sight, but fair enough. You have a cute nose…and nice lips too—sorry, that was…totally inappropriate. I'll just stop before I say anything more." He stood, "but," he turned to her again. "You're still a beautiful girl. Whoever dumped you was a stupid git. Whoever does get you will be a lucky bastard."
He walked away, leaving Sunako in a daze.
Not even the buzzing that was once the voice of people screaming how ugly or scary or both she was interrupted this new ghost.
You're a beautiful girl…whoever gets you will be lucky…
Sunako stood and walked back to the mansion wondering what he was talking about…and who he was.