Yay~ This will be my last chapter before I go for a Hiatus.

1 week only lol, don't be so stressed out.

I'm going to Japan for 1 week, will be back on 31 May.

Speaking of which, the flight is today midnight, ha!

Ashiteru

Hereafter; I am Dead

New Story!

Summary: Miku roams the world every day, she lives in a lake, and at night, dreams haunts her.

Not normal for a Human, because she isn't. Miku is a ghost who has no idea of who she is and what she does, she only knows her name.

But everything changes when a guy steps into her life, but how can a humanxghost relationship work out?

Miku

I'm stranded in a barren land, nothingness fills the space of this place.

Where am I? I don't know.

As if by magic, a surge of wind blows me off my feet and I tumble down onto the land.

A black shadow looms over me and it's bony fingers points accusingly at me.

Like a command by the shadow, a pack of mutations chases after me, I barely have time to get up and run before they nip my head off.

I run, faster than anything in this world, the wind ripping off my hair, but those are generic mutts, I remind myself, no one can run against them.

I was proven right, in a minute, they have completely press me to the ground and beings working on my skin, ripping off the skin and bones.

I don't feel anything, and when I open my eyes, I'm floating on a piece of something.

Not a piece, a body.

A body of water, I struggle to get up, expecting the choking and sound of the water, but nothing comes.

For I'm reminded again, I'm dead.

I don't know for how long, I just remember my name, Miku.

Others are too painful to remember.

I spend my days floating aimlessly around, screaming and shouting, but nothing works.

They don't see me.

I awake again on a tombstone, this happens. When I sleep- but I've no idea how can a ghost sleep?- I will have nightmares.

It changes every time, I'm scared out of my wits and dash out to the lake.

Highbridge Lake, it's called that because a seemingly high bride looms over the lake.

I catch my breath-again, how can a ghost breath?- and looks up at the bridge, people don't come here because their parents think it's haunted, indeed it is.

I am prove to that.

Suddenly, a flicker of lights come on at the bridge, headlights of a car.

I watch, not knowing what to do, when the bridge starts creaking, unbearable at the sudden weight.

The chains snaps off one by one, and the red Sedan falls to the lake, not without the owner getting out of the car.

He was a blonde-haired beauty, but it was too late, he was tumbling into the deep vast.

I watch as the boy struggles to get up, and I run towards him, sprinting.

I want to save him, give him the pleasure of living when I can't obtain it.

I pull him to the surface, which is strange since I usually can't touch people.

A chorus of siren blares a few kilometers away, I flip my head, I see.

Someone has noticed him and called the ambulance, Good, I think, They can do a better job on saving him than I did.

For a moment, I study this interesting being.

He's wearing a yellow sweater, and his face, oh his face. It's perfect in every term.

His blonde, silky hair, and closed eyes.

His lips are tainted pink and his body is moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

Perfect. How can someone be like this?

I'm brought back to my senses with a question.

What if he can see me?