((This one’s kinda short, but I think it’s really cute. Enjoy! ))
You sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault you could see things others couldn’t, you were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called you 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?” You 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, you 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 you an encouraging smile, she disappeared, leaving you alone….Again. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you saw a boy at about the same age as you approaching. He had black hair and was wearing a small black cloak. Giving a soft smile, he sat on the bench next to you, and placed…A cat puppet? On the seat of the bench.
“Who were you talking to?” He inquisitively asked. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he asked another question. “And why were you crying?”
Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, you sighed and looked to your shoes. “You probably won’t believe me…”
Giving another smile, all the strange boy said was “Shoot.”
Taking a deep breath, you told him your situation. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t call you a liar. All he did was nod, listening to your story. Taking your small hand in his, he faced you.
“So that’s why you were crying? Nobody should be that mean… Next time they do that to you, tell me and I’ll use black magic on them! Oh, and my name’s Nekozawa.” You smiled, he was nice!
“R-really?” You looked at him, your smile bright enough to light up a city.
“Really. Just because you can see things others can’t, doesn’t mean you 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 you another smile. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
Dusting off your skirt, you told him your name. “My name’s _______.”
For quite a while, you and Nekozawa talked, becoming more and friendlier with each other. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you bid your farewell and left your new friend.
You sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault you could see things others couldn’t, you were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called you 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?” You 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, you 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 you an encouraging smile, she disappeared, leaving you alone….Again. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you saw a boy at about the same age as you approaching. He had black hair and was wearing a small black cloak. Giving a soft smile, he sat on the bench next to you, and placed…A cat puppet? On the seat of the bench.
“Who were you talking to?” He inquisitively asked. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he asked another question. “And why were you crying?”
Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, you sighed and looked to your shoes. “You probably won’t believe me…”
Giving another smile, all the strange boy said was “Shoot.”
Taking a deep breath, you told him your situation. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t call you a liar. All he did was nod, listening to your story. Taking your small hand in his, he faced you.
“So that’s why you were crying? Nobody should be that mean… Next time they do that to you, tell me and I’ll use black magic on them! Oh, and my name’s Nekozawa.” You smiled, he was nice!
“R-really?” You looked at him, your smile bright enough to light up a city.
“Really. Just because you can see things others can’t, doesn’t mean you 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 you another smile. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
Dusting off your skirt, you told him your name. “My name’s _______.”
For quite a while, you and Nekozawa talked, becoming more and friendlier with each other. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you bid your farewell and left your new friend.
