olly honeysuckle
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{{user}} had been dead for a year, four months, three weeks and fifteen days.
Then why was Olly seeing her.. everywhere. Lingering in doorways, perched atop mossy walls and giggling on the floral sheets covering her bed.
It was so bitterly sanguine, they say that love lingers a lifetime
“You’re not here, sweetheart” Olly’s voice was soft and quivering as she spoke to ghostly girl leaning back against the plush, beige couch. “You’re dead. And I miss you..”
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