His thick brows, long lashes, and his sharp nose were the first thing I noticed in him. Why? Why are you hiding the fact that we know each other?
"Did you have a good look, Daisy?"
I let out a low-pitched surprised tone when I heard him speak my name. He was behind me.
"H-How? You were sitting on the bench a few seconds ago, and now you are here?"
Honestly, it was kinda scary because I don't know what kind of sorcery he used.
"Take my hand," he said, offering his right hand to me. "Don't be scared. Take it, hold my hand."
He did not seem to be up to something bad, so I took his hand. And to my surprise, my hand just got past his hand. My heart almost jumps out of my chest.
"Y-y-you are a ghost?"
I've had experience seeing ghosts in the past. But that was all in the past. When I entered high school, the ghost-seeing thing stopped.
"Yep."
"Then, are you dead?"
"It seemed so."
"Do you know how you died?"
