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I got a strange sense of déjà vu as I ran into the forest, the branches cloaked by darkness tore at my nightgown. Hey, don't judge it was comfortable. When I reached the treehouse, to my astonishment there was a faint glow. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to see what it was coming from, there was no electricity in the treehouse, and there was no way that a flashlight would be still running after four months. It wasn't bright enough to be a flashlight anyways, it was more of a blue glow, that was flickering.
Swallowing down my nervousness, I started the climb up the ladder. I must have blanked out because one second I was struggling to detangle my nightgown and then I was in the treehouse. I looked around the treehouse, it looked the same as my dream, except the diary was open, a pen lying across it, and ink splattered everywhere. Squirting my eyes a little I read,
Dear Delta,
First of all please don't freak out. Second of all, no I'm not alive. Sorry to get your hopes up. I was hoping too. I was hoping that I could stay like how I was forever, a ghost as one might call it, but no, even ghosts fade away. I want to say a proper goodbye. Please don't scream.
~E
I turned around slowly, waiting for someone to jump in my face and start laughing, at me saying I had fallen for some cruel joke. I waited for at least a few minutes, and when nothing happened I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey Delta,'' a voice identical to Ezras said. I gasped jumping back. The blue flickering light got closer and almost magnetized to me. When I looked up it looked like a person. One person in particular.
"Ezra?" I asked, my voice wavering. "How are you here?" I asked.
"When I jumped, it was as if I was watching a replica of me jumping, like my body was dead, but some part of me wasn't," Ezra started.
"Bullshit"
"No it's true, but my time is slowing, soon I will be totally gone," Ezra said.
"Yeah right '' I said. At those words, Ezra seemed to walk closer to me, no float would be a better word. He was closer and closer until he seemed to walk right through me.
Everything around me started to spin, I couldn't concentrate on anything, as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Then the darkness took over me.
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RomanceSome call it a dream, I wouldn't. Dreams don't wake you up every night, so painfully close to the truth, that you are struggling to breathe. Dreams are about happy thoughts unicorns, and floating on clouds, not real people coming back from the dead...
