Hope walked up to her, groaning about having to wake up so early.
It wasn't that early. It was only 8:35 a.m.
She pinched her forehead and nearly bumped into someone.
"Sorry," she said before walking away, but the other person just stood there.
"What. She can see me... she can see me. "
He was a ghost, with no one around to see him for years. He didn't want to let to of this opportunity.
Hope walked next to him.
"Duh." Hope scoffed. .
He just stared, slightly flustered from her being able to see him.
"How.. how can you see me? Humans aren't supposed to be able to see me."
He was probably one of those roleplayers who said that they were dead. She felt that she had dealt with them more than she could count.
"No... I'm a ghost." There was a pause, a silence between the conversation.
"Wait... you can see me, and you're not running away. Shouldn't you be scared?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Cuz you are human"
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he tried to get her to understand.
"Listen, I *was* human. I-" he paused. "I *am* dead. Ghost, spirit, phantom. Call me what you will, but I am not human, at least not in the way you are. "
"Whatever." She said as she thought of a reason to throw the guy off and maybe go to Chrmistry class earlier.
He ran his fingers through his hair and crossed his arms. Despite being a ghost, that action looked normal on him.
"Listen," he said firmly. "You're the first human that has been able to see me, and somehow you're not scared. I want you to explain. "
"You look good," That was the reason she could find.
Just be unreasonable to deal with unreasonable people.
He was caught off guard by her comment. Did she really think he looked good?
"Excuse me? I look -" he paused, "good?"
"Yeah."
He looked at her with a deadpan expression for a few moments.
"You do realize I'm a ghost, right?"
"Yeah."
He tilted his head to the side, curiously examining her.
"You're not normal. How are you so okay with all of this? Why are you not running away from me?"
"Cuz you look good"
He rolled his eyes at her response.
"Is that the only reason? Don't you think I'm some terrifying monster? I am dead, you know."
"Good-looking people aren't bad."
"So you're only reasoning of me not being bad is the fact that I look 'good,' " He replied, making air quotes with his fingers.
"Yeah."
He groaned softly, running his fingers through his hair.
"You're an interesting person, you know that? You just met a ghost, and you're not running away, not screaming bloody murder, but your only reasoning is that I'm good-looking."
"Can I go now?"
"Heck yeah. Get the hell out of here. What is your name?"
"Hope Stairn"
He froze in the air as she walked away.
"How- how could it be her? Anyone but her. Oh my goodness."
He knew her from years ago. He was the reason that she fell in the river.
He was Ethan. That Ethan who died.
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Hope, the daughter of Hunter Stairn, had everything she needed.
Money. Loving Parents. No trauma.
And Beauty that seemed to mesmerizes everyone who sees it.
She had amber eyes that glowed with an indifference that seemed to emit from her bones mixed with elegance.
Elegant. Just like her.
Her hair was black, contrasting with her snow-white skin that was obtained by not going anywhere. It made her look colder and more elegant.
Like the snow on top of the mountain. Untouchable. Unreachable.
It made people want to either keep it that way or drag her into the mud into the land of the mortals.
Beauty was nothing she lacked.
What she lacked was friends due to her cold look.
No, what she lacked was people actually talking to her.
Her cold personality had intimidated people who wanted to talk to her.
But that didn't stop people from trying.
But no one really talked to her.
They felt they were blasphemifing her.
It was cliché.
That was his impression of her.
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