Title: 43. Silent words
Genre: General/Comfort
Rating: K
You know what's funny? I never really believed in the spirit world, afterlife, ghosts, heaven or whatever you call it. I waved it off as the dream of those who feared death.
I didn't. Not with how close I was to it every day. It was natural for it to always be present, and I always wondered if this was my last day, if this was the day the bullies would beat me up bad enough for me to not wake up again. I'm not saying that I wanted to die, not at all, I was simply used to the idea.
And then it all changed.
"Are you thinking about me again, aibou?"
The voice echoes inside my mind, it never cease to amaze me how that strong resonating voice cannot be heard to anyone but myself when it seems so loud.
"In a way, yes."
The spirit seems to chuckle, he always does when I think of this. Even though he does not trespass on my private thoughts, he seems to sense when my thoughts steer in the direction of the paranormal. Maybe because he is a part of it, I do not know. What I do know is that he keeps me company, and for that I am ever so grateful.
How'd I do?
