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I'm just a ghost.

Short story By: ToniTaylor
Fantasy


For a contest.

Meaning/summary:
Margareta's lover dies, without her knowing. She thinks he left her... but he didn't; thus his soul is not at peace.


Submitted:Jul 17, 2011    Reads: 102    Comments: 22    Likes: 14   


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She finally arrived...

She took the position she always takes... In the same exact spot she always stood in.
I knew she'd come, she always does... Every month, at the same time, at the same place...
The place she last saw me at, the place where our last memory remains unforgotten, undead.
As time passes by, her beauty fades away along with the smile that once was my moon, in a moonless night.
Only if she knew I didn't left, I'd never leave her. Only if she knew that fate was the one who killed our love, by killing one of its slaves.
It kills me to see her like that. Oh! But I'm already dead.
Every month I come here, and watch her as she cries... every twenty-first I'm here, as she dies more and more inside.

So I'm sitting here on the cold ground, inches apart from her youthful body.
So close, and yet she's unreachable for me.
I see her as she begins to walk away, and this time, I know she'll never come back here.
I whisper to myself in the hope that she'll hear me,
"Margareta... Margareta...
If I could, I'd never leave this earth.
Only if I could.. just for a second to rebirth.
I can't describe the lengths that I would go to,
the things I'd do to show you... "
I saw her shivering. Could it be... Was she hearing my words through her porcelain skin... Or was the wind whispering them in her ears, for me?
Unfortunately, not... The cold wind was just blowing through her golden hair; my words remain forever unsaid.
Before I even knew it, I was looking at her back... I was looking at her as she goes. "Margareta!" I shouted as loud, as my dead lungs would let me.
Was it my imagination, or did she turn her head... And was that a tear running down her face, or was it a raindrop...
Oh, beautiful blue sky, are you crying along with me?

Only if she could see me... Only if she could hear me... Only if she knew that I'm just a wandering soul without a body,
Wanting to show her that I'd never leave her, not on purpose...
Oh, Margareta!
I'd rather be in your arms for just a second, than to be in heaven for an eternity.
Oh, my love, my hope, my live and my soul; my death and my end... My etarnal, forever I'll be yours.





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