Please Note: The typos at the Italian guy part were intentionally. Continue reading.
Elle
The Good Samaritan ghost floated past the station swiftly without looking back to see if I could keep up like the other ghost king did but I didn't mind at all, all my senses were alert, searching my soul for something, anything that could lead me to him, but I couldn't feel him anymore which made me more agitated and worried.
I have never heard JP sound that way before, neither have I ever heard his voice in my mind, not even when he ran away from the hospital the other time. I wish I didn't leave him by himself. Even while he complained all those times that I was pestering him, I still stuck to his side, because of my body, of course.
But this time was different, I wasn't thinking about my body,
