Spectral
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I am writing this to better hone my writing skills, and hopefully help me improve my motivation for future projects.
It was a wonderfully crisp and cold night. The autumn wind blew through my hair as a leaf fell onto my lap.
I sat before a grave. It was a grave I would visit every night in the graveyard, until I had forgotten why. Every night, I'd sit on the ground before it, and smell the cold autumn air, watch the people who pass by outside the graveyard fence, and talk to the grave to "keep it company."
Every now and then, someone would pass me to visit their own loved ones, and sometimes look at the grave I sit near.
Never has anyone sat next to me to speak with me, until one day, someone did.
I sat near the grave, the grave of whom I do not remember, and moments later, a beautiful young woman approached me.
She sat down beside me, and we silently exchanged looks.
"Hello," She started.
"I'm Alice. Nice to meet you."
I looked down at the ground I sit on, then back to her.
"I'm Tobias." I tell her.
"So, Tobias, who is it you're visiting?" She asked me lightly.
I looked at the tombstone, but could not read the weathered out words.
"I... Don't know," I reply, with a shy tone of voice.
"I don't think anyone's ever sat down to talk to me before." I finish.
"I see... Well, I'd like to tell you something, Tobias," Alice began.
"I know who that grave belongs to."
"Who?"
"You, Tobias."
My eyes widened at the strange thought.
"M-Me?" I ask.
"Yes. You are Tobias Inspira. You were killed in a car accident with your father, mother, and sister. The sister had made it alive, but took severe injury to her lungs."
Alice pulled up her shirt part way to reveal a large scar across her stomach.
"I am Alice Inspira, your sister."
This was too much, too suddenly.
"H-How? How can you see me then, if I am dead?"
"Well, the sister didn't make it to the hospital in time. She died too."
It was a wonderfully crisp and cold night. The autumn wind blew through my hair as a leaf fell onto my lap.
I sat before a grave. It was a grave I would visit every night in the graveyard, until I had forgotten why. Every night, I'd sit on the ground before it, and smell the cold autumn air, watch the people who pass by outside the graveyard fence, and talk to the grave to "keep it company."
Every now and then, someone would pass me to visit their own loved ones, and sometimes look at the grave I sit near.
Never has anyone sat next to me to speak with me, until one day, someone did.
I sat near the grave, the grave of whom I do not remember, and moments later, a beautiful young woman approached me.
She sat down beside me, and we silently exchanged looks.
"Hello," She started.
"I'm Alice. Nice to meet you."
I looked down at the ground I sit on, then back to her.
"I'm Tobias." I tell her.
"So, Tobias, who is it you're visiting?" She asked me lightly.
I looked at the tombstone, but could not read the weathered out words.
"I... Don't know," I reply, with a shy tone of voice.
"I don't think anyone's ever sat down to talk to me before." I finish.
"I see... Well, I'd like to tell you something, Tobias," Alice began.
"I know who that grave belongs to."
"Who?"
"You, Tobias."
My eyes widened at the strange thought.
"M-Me?" I ask.
"Yes. You are Tobias Inspira. You were killed in a car accident with your father, mother, and sister. The sister had made it alive, but took severe injury to her lungs."
Alice pulled up her shirt part way to reveal a large scar across her stomach.
"I am Alice Inspira, your sister."
This was too much, too suddenly.
"H-How? How can you see me then, if I am dead?"
"Well, the sister didn't make it to the hospital in time. She died too."
