good morning/afternoon/night :D happy independence day!
thanks for all the reviews!
oh yeah, haha, it's pretty cool that almost all of the reviews for last chapter had the word 'woah' in it.
this chapter is short. think of it as...an epilogue of sorts.
oh, and there is going to be a sequel ;)
enjoy! :)
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Only human,
Made of flesh, made of sand, made of you and me
The planet's talking about a revolution,
The natural laws ain't got no constitution
They've got a right to live their own life,
But we keep paving over paradise.
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Lilly sat up slowly. Her head was pounding but she ignored it and made note that she was sitting in the middle of the road, the truck pulled over maybe thirty feet away.
"Oliver, what happened?" She asked slowly, standing up. Her voice sounded strange somehow, in a way she couldn't place, but she ignored it and went over to where he was standing on the side of the road.
"You fainted," He said blankly. "You fell out of the truck."
She glanced at it. The fact that nothing around them was moving didn't seem to place at first, but when it did, it didn't seem to matter.
"This is so strange," She whispered, looking up at Oliver.
He grinned. "It is," He said quietly, looking around. When he looked back at her, the grin had faded.
"It wasn't your fault."
She seemed to suddenly realize why she had fainted in the first place.
"Yes it was. You just said so yourself."
He shrugged again. "I was wrong to ever think that."
She gave him a look. "So you did think it."
He blinked. "Yes. For a while."
"How long is a while?" She asked, almost suspiciously.
He stared at her for a moment and shook his head. "I never meant to do it," He whispered. "I was upset and I was mad, and you were the one person who I could really mess with..."
She stared at him, confused. "So you...did what exactly?"
"I came to you," He whispered, looking distant.
"Just to mess with me after I had been in that accident?" She asked, her voice low.
He shook his head.
"It was before that," He murmured. "It was before you were even hurt."
"How much before?" She asked him quietly. They were suddenly extremely close together, inches away from each other's face.
"About the time a red SUV swerved in front of you," He whispered.
She stared at him. "Oliver...you..."
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen!" He said. "I just wanted to mess with you, and...I didn't think you would ever be able to see me..."
"But you caused it," She responded, staring at him still. "You made that car pull out in front of me. You made me able to see..." She trailed off, and shook her head, before looking back up at him. "You made me able to see ghosts."
"I'm sorry," He said.
"Don't be," She whispered. "It's not ever something to be sorry ab-"
He cut her off, his lips connecting with hers.
Her eyes widened.
When he withdrew, no one spoke for a few moments.
"Is that really what it's like?" She whispered finally, staring up at him.
"What?"
"To be able to touch you."
His eyes darkened. "Lilly..."
She blinked. "What is it?"
He searched her face for a moment, eyes wavering, then he said softly, "Maybe you should turn around and see for yourself."
She turned around slowly.
"Lilly," Oliver murmured again, almost pitifully.
Her bloodied body was lying on the pavement fifteen feet away.
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Murderous crow, hey what you know
What you reading about, what you hold in your toes
Is that a twig, are you a dove of peace
A black dove undercover, with another puzzle piece
Are you a riddle to solve all along?
Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all?
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