Sam POV
I was sitting on the floor behind Molly, my head down. I'm stuck here as a ghost, all alone. I don't know what to do besides hang around here. There's nothing I can do. No one can see me or hear me, and no one ever will again. Why did I have to die? It wasn't supposed to happen this way. We were supposed to get married…
Molly was shaping another bowl out of clay, but then she stopped and started to speak.
"I picked up your shirts today. I don´t know why." I guess she's talking about me.
"Mr. Reynolds told me to tell you ´´hello.´´ I broke into tears. It´s like I think about you every minute. It´s like I can still feel you." I went over and kneeled down next to her. My heart ached and I looked down. I miss you too.
"I´m here, Moll," I said, looking back up at her, wishing she could hear me. I wish I could hold her in my arms and tell her it was all right. It hurt to see her suffer over me and there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly I heard Floyd hiss. I wonder if it was because he could sense me here… I turned around and stared into his eyes for a few seconds. He yowled and jumped away. Molly got up and walked after him.
"What´s the matter, kitty? What´s the matter? Crazy cat." She turned around and stopped for a second.
"Sam?" she called out. Hope filled me. I stood there, thinking maybe she would suddenly be able to see me. Yes, Molly! I'm here!
"That´s really stupid." No… She shook her head and walked right through my ghostly form.
Molly…