Elle
So I went after the old, scary ghost like a puppy running after its owner.
From one car to another in the train, I tried meeting up with his pace.
He floated as fast as a July wind and didn't even turn around to check if I was following, after giving me that piercing, uncomfortable stare.
I didn’t bother telling JP where I was heading. I figured he should be fine with it. Originally, he wanted to be left alone, so this must be good riddance.
Lord God, I'd never needed to float so fast after anyone. At some point, I lost the old ghost.
I cornered left and right around the train, searching for holes or corners he would have probably entered, but I couldn’t see any as this was the last pier in the train. He was nowhere to be found.
He knew I was on his trail. The look he gave me
