Vengeance - Ghost Lover

                      My messy brown hair covers my face. I woke up as usual with the feel of his touch on my cheek. But he's nowhere to see, hear and feel. I close my eyes again to feel his touch. I begin to pray inward to feel his familiar touch again. But nothing came. It happens only when I get late to wake up. It seems to me his hand caresses my cheek. When I open my eyes, it's only me. It makes me feel uncertain.       My throat feels choked. He hated to see tears in my eyes. I tried my best to hold my tears back at his funeral. But I couldn't help when it was coming itself. Pain is still buried inside me.       Every night, I promise myself not to keep him in my thoughts. But I break my promise every day. My life has stopped moving.       I advance my hand and grip the photo frame. His smiling face comes into view. His

       Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes.       "Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us.      The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. No

                            I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy.      Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room.      "Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little.      He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food.                 That's f

.                                   I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house.     When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben.     His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you."     I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes! 

                     I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help.     Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room.    This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone.     I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes.     Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture.      I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno