((This one’s kinda short, but I think it’s really cute. Enjoy! ))
bạn sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault bạn could see things others couldn’t, bạn were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called bạn 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 closer to you, she cooed soft words into your ear, trying to calm your crying.
“W-why was I born like this?” bạn questioned, looking to the girl. She shrugged, letting her curly auburn hair fall over her shoulders.
“I guess it’s just the way we were meant to be, bạn and I. We’re just…Different. And don’t worry _____, you’ll find a friend who’s alive! Not everyone’s a meaner, some are actually nice. “Giving bạn an encouraging smile, she disappeared, leaving bạn alone….Again. Wiping the tears from your eyes, bạn saw a boy at about the same age as bạn approaching. He had black hair and was wearing a small black cloak. Giving a soft smile, he sat on the bench tiếp theo to you, and placed…A cat puppet? On the ghế, chỗ ngồi of the bench.
“Who were bạn talking to?” He inquisitively asked. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he asked another question. “And why were bạn crying?”
Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, bạn sighed and looked to your shoes. “You probably won’t believe me…”
Giving another smile, all the strange boy đã đưa ý kiến was “Shoot.”
Taking a deep breath, bạn told him your situation. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t call bạn a liar. All he did was nod, listening to your story. Taking your small hand in his, he faced you.
“So that’s why bạn were crying? Nobody should be that mean… tiếp theo time they do that to you, tell me and I’ll use black magic on them! Oh, and my name’s Nekozawa.” bạn smiled, he was nice!
“R-really?” bạn looked at him, your smile bright enough to light up a city.
“Really. Just because bạn can see things others can’t, doesn’t mean bạn should be bullied and called names. You’re not different, you’re special. They’re just jealous, and don’t want to believe anything other than what’s in their boring grey lives.” He gave bạn another smile. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
Dusting off your skirt, bạn told him your name. “My name’s _______.”
For quite a while, bạn and Nekozawa talked, becoming thêm and friendlier with each other. Giving him a Kiss on the cheek, bạn bid your farewell and left your new friend.
bạn sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault bạn could see things others couldn’t, bạn were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called bạn 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 closer to you, she cooed soft words into your ear, trying to calm your crying.
“W-why was I born like this?” bạn questioned, looking to the girl. She shrugged, letting her curly auburn hair fall over her shoulders.
“I guess it’s just the way we were meant to be, bạn and I. We’re just…Different. And don’t worry _____, you’ll find a friend who’s alive! Not everyone’s a meaner, some are actually nice. “Giving bạn an encouraging smile, she disappeared, leaving bạn alone….Again. Wiping the tears from your eyes, bạn saw a boy at about the same age as bạn approaching. He had black hair and was wearing a small black cloak. Giving a soft smile, he sat on the bench tiếp theo to you, and placed…A cat puppet? On the ghế, chỗ ngồi of the bench.
“Who were bạn talking to?” He inquisitively asked. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he asked another question. “And why were bạn crying?”
Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, bạn sighed and looked to your shoes. “You probably won’t believe me…”
Giving another smile, all the strange boy đã đưa ý kiến was “Shoot.”
Taking a deep breath, bạn told him your situation. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t call bạn a liar. All he did was nod, listening to your story. Taking your small hand in his, he faced you.
“So that’s why bạn were crying? Nobody should be that mean… tiếp theo time they do that to you, tell me and I’ll use black magic on them! Oh, and my name’s Nekozawa.” bạn smiled, he was nice!
“R-really?” bạn looked at him, your smile bright enough to light up a city.
“Really. Just because bạn can see things others can’t, doesn’t mean bạn should be bullied and called names. You’re not different, you’re special. They’re just jealous, and don’t want to believe anything other than what’s in their boring grey lives.” He gave bạn another smile. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
Dusting off your skirt, bạn told him your name. “My name’s _______.”
For quite a while, bạn and Nekozawa talked, becoming thêm and friendlier with each other. Giving him a Kiss on the cheek, bạn bid your farewell and left your new friend.
