Ghosts

by h00f

It's been 2 years since the fall. The wait, as seen through John's eyes.

1. January 26th, 2014 JW

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He flits like a ghost through my conscious, surfacing and resurfacing. He's the fleeting shadow out of the corner of my eye, and the word on the tip of my tongue, aching to get out. He's the dark figure who walks through my dreams, and the taste in my mouth once I'm startled awake.

They say he's gone.

They couldn't be further from the truth.