“I don’t believe in ghost.”
“Then what am I?”
“You’re not a ghost,” I said “there is no such thing.”
“Then touch me, hold me. Hold me like you used to.”
I reached out my arm to touch her on the shoulder. “I can’t” I said
“Why not?”
I put my arm back to my side.
“Do you not want to?”
“Of course I want to.” I said “I just can’t”
“Then do it!”
I reach out my arm and touch her on the shoulder. My heart flutters the same way it used to, but instead of warmness my hand is met by a cold void. “I don’t believe in ghost.”
“Then what am I?”
“You’re a memory.” I said as my heart sank. I looked back up at her and she was gone.
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