Ghost
SOMETIMES HE FELT bad. Sometimes he thought twice, three times,
four times, five, about flicking his little antennae and turning his
once-beloved master's life to chaos.
Not his master. Not anymore. Just Suraya. Just some girl.
I am a dark spirit, he told himself firmly. Created to perform dark
deeds. She cut me loose, and now she must pay the price.
It was easy. He just let all his anger and his jealousy and his hurt
and his pain lead the way.
And the entire time, he tried to ignore the twinge in the pit of his
stomach that just didn't seem to want to go away.