Status: My inspiration for this story has ceased to exist, I'm not sure if I'm able to finish it the way I want to...
Anthelion
Revelation
"What are you?" she asked a long while later. I knew a lot of time had passed because there wasn't anymore light to illuminate her slight frame or to shine her wheat-colored hair.
What am I? I don't know. I'm supposed to be something?
She smiled and shifted her position in a way that caused the robe to somewhat slide from her right shoulder, revealing more of her chest.
"Well, yeah. You can't just be nothing. Like, I'm a person, a girl, and that is a lamp." She pointed a long finger to her bedside table lamp.
I don't understand.
"Are you a ghost?"
What is a ghost?
Her eyebrows knitted together and the corners of her mouth turned downward creating an expression that I didn't know could be hers. Then, she sighed and said, "A ghost is the spirit of a person who was once alive and had a body that could touch things and other people. When the person becomes a ghost, they don't have a body and they can't touch anything or feel anything, except sadness, I suppose. And they are usually cold, because dead things are cold, and usually not everyone can see or hear them."
I pondered that for a moment, but there was no possible way that I could be a ghost. I wasn't even aware that I was anything until she asked me. A "ghost" seemed miserable, and I was not miserable by any means.
I can't be a ghost.
Her face took on that foreign expression again, the one that made me lurch inside.
There was nothing before you. I wasn't alive, I wasn't anything.
She raised her eyebrows and asked me if I knew her name.
Name?
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on. You don't even know what a name is?"
I just stared into her eyes and she stared back, searching. Her mouth parted slightly and I could feel her soft, warm breath hitting me with the force of hurricane winds. She saw into me and I saw into her as if we'd always been connected.
She whispered, "I see so much of myself in you."
Claire.
What am I? I don't know. I'm supposed to be something?
She smiled and shifted her position in a way that caused the robe to somewhat slide from her right shoulder, revealing more of her chest.
"Well, yeah. You can't just be nothing. Like, I'm a person, a girl, and that is a lamp." She pointed a long finger to her bedside table lamp.
I don't understand.
"Are you a ghost?"
What is a ghost?
Her eyebrows knitted together and the corners of her mouth turned downward creating an expression that I didn't know could be hers. Then, she sighed and said, "A ghost is the spirit of a person who was once alive and had a body that could touch things and other people. When the person becomes a ghost, they don't have a body and they can't touch anything or feel anything, except sadness, I suppose. And they are usually cold, because dead things are cold, and usually not everyone can see or hear them."
I pondered that for a moment, but there was no possible way that I could be a ghost. I wasn't even aware that I was anything until she asked me. A "ghost" seemed miserable, and I was not miserable by any means.
I can't be a ghost.
Her face took on that foreign expression again, the one that made me lurch inside.
There was nothing before you. I wasn't alive, I wasn't anything.
She raised her eyebrows and asked me if I knew her name.
Name?
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on. You don't even know what a name is?"
I just stared into her eyes and she stared back, searching. Her mouth parted slightly and I could feel her soft, warm breath hitting me with the force of hurricane winds. She saw into me and I saw into her as if we'd always been connected.
She whispered, "I see so much of myself in you."
Claire.
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everytime I write a new chapter I try to add more substance or make it longer, but they always seem perfect just the way they are.358 words