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simon

it's been a week,

a full week.

if i'm being honest with myself i really do miss him,

vik started talking to me again,

but every time it was the same question.

"how's jj?"

god i'm happy for them,

but it just hurts inside.

i'm dead anyway.

what's the point?

sighing i look out the window on my perch inside the classroom while mrs. binicamp is teaching english.

"do you wish you could go back?" i hear a voice on the wind,

"yes,"

"your wish will be granted, soon." the voice trails off into the wind,

'weird' i think to myself.

"hello, simon" i jump out of my skin as a voice whispers in my ear,

"god damn it jj, don't sneak up on a guy like that!" i say in a stern voice as i get off the window seal.

"i can tell you miss him" my smile fades,

"you wouldn't believe me if i told you otherwise, jide"

"now, now, no need for such hostility simon. we're all friends here, in the end"

"you sure? because so far i'm starting to think you've screwed mine over"

"hey, it was your decision. so don't get snappy with me, ghost boy"

"you know vik called me that exact name, when i died" i look away.

"now i want you to do something for me" he steps closer,

"huh?" i step back.

"learn to love, ghost boy"

darkness.

--

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there and nothing more.