((This one’s kinda short, but I think it’s really cute. Enjoy! ))
You sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault you could see things others couldn’t, you were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called you pathetic to make up the idea of seeing ghosts, but it was no lie. Your only friend was a ghost, and she was five, just like you. Her name was Annabelle, and she died for having the same thing as you. She could see ghosts too, when she was alive. (She comes from WAY back then.) Coming...
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