• chapter 3: talk


    After Riley left it was like my actual spirit was lifted.I felt as if I had someone to tell my secrets,someone to help me with my problems,and just like me for me,even if I am a ghost.It helps ease the pain.I went to the attic to watch the sunset before it was over.The warmth of the sunset had no affet on me,but I would always remember how standing in the sunset felt,i could never forget it.When the sun started to fade away,I was saddened,like I always am when the sun disappeared.Though it wasnt a total loss.If the day never ended,I would never see the stars.I thought of the stars as my fallen friends.The constallations were my only companions once the sun went down.I think my favorite constallations are Major and Minor.They were the dogs of Orion.The stories my father told me about the constallations when I was younger was something i was grateful for when I got older.I loved them with a passion.They had always intrigued me,and i knew every story by heart.I told myself each one over and over until i could no longer see the night sky.I eagerly watched the moon fade and the sun break the darkness.As the sunrise made the colors in the sky ,I watched the birds come out.One landed on the window cill.i reached out to touch it and it flew away.So even birds cant hide their fear of ghosts.I heard a knock on the door a couple hours later.I glided to the door to see Riley let himself in.
    "Do they still have common courtesy in the living word?"I asked him with a smile.
    "Yes,but I was knocking for half an hour.Lost in the sunrise again?"he asked.
    "Maybe..."I laughed.
    We went out into the garden to talk.
    "Are you fammiliar with the constallations?"I asked him out of curiousity.
    "um,not really..."he told me.
    "you should start coming at night.you come every afternoon and always leave before 5:30."i told him.
    he laughed and looked at me with those beautiful emerald eyes.
    "i have to leave before 5:30 or the master will have my head.i barely got away this time."he told me.
    "yeah,sorry about that.i forgot that you were sneaking away to see a ghost."
    "its fine.i dont mind."
    we would talk like that for hours,and then i would say goodbye to him.after he left,i would lock myself in the attic and cry a tearless sob.once i was done,i would stare out the window for the rest of the night.
    The stories were told over and over....