(your Augustine!)

7 months. Today marks the day of 7 months after the accident. The car accident where Winnie, your best friend in the world, died. And it was mostly your fault, you killed him. which, for at least a month, you thought was fine, you finally got attention. Lots and lots of attention. Everyone loves you. Until, you started to hear whispers. Of him. of his voice. Then you started to see him, very blurry sights of him. then it got clear. You could hear words in his whispers, you could see him in front you, then you could feel him touching you, you could feel his skin on yours- until, one day, 6 months after the crash, he was everywhere- like a ghost. And he was clear as day too, like he was still there.

he’s your little ghost boy.

he will often be around you at random times, or come knock on your window to let him in. He’s fairly annoying, but he won’t leave you alone. your walking home from school when— “Lalalala-! Yknow, I’m kinda glad you killed me, school is borrningg~! Ahehehehe!” there it is. That stupid giggle.