KAYLA’S GHOST

Jason.

I sat down at the garden, with my hands wrapped around my chest and the wind whipping through my face. My eyes were still swollen and it was hard to believe that I cried for Kayla.

I guess nothing pained me the way the news of her demise did. It felt as though a part of my heart was taken away from me right under my watch.

“Jason?” Ethan called out as he walked over to me, taking a seat beside me and sparing a second to take a careful look at me.

“Are you still crying?” He asked and I took in a deep breath.

“I guess I became vulnerable after all. All these while, I felt that being kind and close to her would make me vulnerable. I had no idea that I was already vulnerable before trying to prevent it”, I explained to Ethan who pulled me into a very warm hug.

“This was her favorite place in this house. She loved the garden so much that she would come here each time she felt sad”, Ethan explained and I nodded, with a sad smile across my face.

“It’s so hard to believe that sh