Dec 9, 2014
Haunt Me
Nina has always been the type to watch people from a distance. She wasn’t great at reading people, but liked to practice by looking at a person for a little while and trying to figure out what they were thinking. It’d become something to do while she waited in line at a coffee shop, or when she sat in the park. Now it was all she had.
She was dead, after all.
She sat on her hunches, chin cupped in her hands, peering up at the face of a young man sat on a chair, looking rather invested in his book. How would he respond if he'd actually been able to see her? She’d found herself wondering that often the past few days, wondering what people would’ve thought of her actions had she still been alive.
"I never noticed how quiet it is here."
