Good Spirits (Ghosted #1)

by B.K. Borison

I didn’t tell her to change because I was worried she’d be cold. I told her to change because if I had to watch the tiny strap of her camisole drift over her shoulder one more time, I was going to put my fist through a wall.

OKAY NOLAN

I drag my thumb over her knuckles, our hands still locked together between us. I wish she weren’t wearing my mittens. I want to feel her skin.

A yearning man im gonna scream

Then I accidentally watched two episodes of The Jerry Springer Show, thought I somehow transferred myself to hell, and abandoned it on the front steps of the fire station.

Jerry wouldve loved this line

“Been needing me?”

HEHEHEHEHE

I settle for tangling our fingers together on my thigh. “What else did you say to her?” Nolan swallows hard, still nervous. “I might have told her that her head resembled a potato.”

King shit

I didn’t realize I’d already been missing her for more than a hundred years. Now I’m going to miss her for an afterlife more.

Sobbing rn