Chapter Summary: Despite a lack of supernatural beliefs, Taranza is haunted.
Full Title: the ghost on the wall, on the ceiling, on your hands
There's a phantom that lingers every now and then.
It's not a ghost in the traditional sense—not a pale-faced, blanket wearing specter—yet it haunts Taranza all the same.
He can't see it. Perhaps it's better he doesn't, but what's worse than sight is touch—and Taranza feels its presence everywhere he wanders.
In every empty hand. In the moments his eyes are mesmerized by flowers in bloom. In the way his mouth curves to whisper a name so lovely but so, so sad.
And Taranza has to wonder if the ghost is his queen's or simply his own.
The title is loosely based off of a lyric from Catie Turner's "Prom Queen." The lyric is "It's a terrible feeling being the ghost on the wall / That's always disappearing." It's a slow, sad song that I feel has a lot of emotion packed into it.
Again, if you guys like my writing itself, please check out my fanfiction "hatsune miku vs. the world & knuckles: the electric boogaloo™" on AO3. It's a story that's (hopefully) funny and chaotic.
See you next time, People of the Sky!