Ghost
Night had long since fallen on the empty playground; the only thing that moved was the wind as it rattled the chains of the swing set. The air was cold, frost setting into the metal of the bench and wind buffeting him from all sides. He felt nothing though as ghosts moved in his memory and a small dark haired girl swung on the swing, her laughter echoing in his memory. Guilt and anger formed in his chest because he had never been there before this night.
He didn't know how high she swung, who she played with, what her nanny did while she interacted with the children. He had never thought to learn; had never thought she would be taken away from him so quickly.
He remembered the night, replayed it every day in his mind, every night before he went to sleep. It was a rerun, both wrenching in its reality and naïve because he couldn't believe she was gone. Her laughter played again in his ears, a sweet song that he never tired of and he watched as her ghost moved higher and higher on the swing, until finally she jumped and was gone. "Rin," he whispered, his hands fisting in his pockets.
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