Gyles
I look at him and there is a smile on his face. The kind that he used to hold when we were younger. Or rather, should I say, when he was younger. This is the only way Rogers has really known me. When we were younger, I took him in. we became a family and I loved him.
Now, I am just terrified of the man that he became.
"Hello Gyles," he breathes and walks over to me. I don't know anything about this punishment but could he be real. I mean, I saw ghosts yesterday. He could be a ghost... right?
I look at him and he looks the same. His hair is long and curly, his eyes are the same. Even his smile is the same. He reaches out for my hand. I pull away. I can't accept his touch.
"What are you doing here?'' I ask my voice barely a whisper.
"Well, you know me. I get bored easily. I decided to come and visit you. It is only fair after all," he smiles at me.
