Prompt: Ghost
I don't know why I watch her. I don't even know her name, but I feel like I know her. Something about the way she moves — like every step is with absolute purpose, her red hair swinging back and forth. She bounces when she gets excited and the way she smiles when she's swinging through the city. She's so powerful when she kicks someone in the chest. Something about her.
And I don't know why it hurts me so much when he kisses him. I don't know why I glare when he moves his hand from her back to her ass. But when he's not around and she's sad, I just wish I could reach out and hold her instead of pass through her like mist.
She doesn't need protection. But maybe I want to give her a little protection anyway. Maybe I can just keep her company. Maybe I'm her guardian angel. I'd be OK with that.