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