Solomon's p.o.v (as a ghost)
I am back for good or maybe not. The real me is an
unraveling mystery novel. However will history remember
me? I am torn between two worlds, my heaven and your reality.
What can I do to make you feel less lonely and broken in this
safe haven? I am hanging on by a thread, one single moment
with you. My words are like a passing shadow. They are brief, but
have an everlasting deep impact on you. I am your precious treasure.
You promise me forever until you are out of sight and mind. The wind
whispers your name and I am reminded of what used to exist. Even on the
day that we were born, I looked after you. Even on the day that we
were born, the dawn was only just an illusion. We already had wings
to help us fly. Our future and fate were already predestined. Why must
I always turn into a ghost before you? Why must things always change
instead of staying the same? I will hold onto your memory until I see you again.
