silhouette

I've missed her.

I've missed her so much, and I miss her even more when I see her so close, walking, strolling, with that gray-ish silver dress of hers, shuffling on the tombstones. 

just a little closer, I tell myself and pull myself out of the old ugly stone that's soppsed to be my resting place.

just  a little      closer, 

I say.

but that's a mistake.

she sees me. color bleeds out of her beautiful face, and instantly I know I messed up. I knew... I knew I don't look the same as before. Now she's scared... terrified of me. 

No! No wait! don't run... I'm sorry. Wait... don't be scared, I try to tell her, but she just runs away. Don't... don't run from me. why doesn't she hear me? 

oh... my god. 

she's so scared. It's my fault.

I run-- float toward her. she screams, and I hug her.

Yes. This. I'm sorry. she always loved my hugs. she used to sunggle and smile when I hugged her. just like now. she's asleep now. she's calm, and asleep. She always falls asleep so soon. I smile at her motionless body, and quietly put her body down on the graveyard's ground. the ground is cold, but so is her body. there won't be a problem.

I place a small kiss on her snow white hand, and float away. too lost in my white mind, I don't hear the screams from behind.

یه تیکه داستان فسقلی، که از یه داستان واقعی، روح همراسمیت (hammersmith ghost)،  الهام گرفته شده.