"You need to go." He whispered. I touched his arm, and I screamed when my fingers didn't go through his body. If my fingers had gone through then I would have known he was a ghost, but he felt completely real- too real.
I wanted to ask him so many questions such as what he was doing here, but I couldn't help but stare at him in wonder. It had been ten years since I had last seen him; spoken to him. The only thing that reminded me of him, were the pictures we had taken together. I used always long for him- especially after his death when I walked in the park and saw siblings racing after each other. We were two years apart, but he used to always like he was older than me. Whenever someone made fun of me or left me out, he always came to rescue me. I never minded. it just showed me how much
