Chapter 31: Deadline
All ghosts want one thing. Or rather, they all want at least one thing. Some of them want so many things it’s like a web, clinging and binding tighter and tighter no matter how I struggle to work myself free.
But, in the end, it comes down to a single thread. And, after I heal the first few dozen, I don’t even really have to guess what they need from me. A love fulfilled, a loss restored, a regret released. The patterns become familiar, if no less exhausting.
My friends prove the hardest to release, not because their longings and attachment to this broken world are stronger—though in some cases, they are—but because of the inescapable intimacy of piecing together their deepest selves, and then the wrenching pain of letting them go.
Mostly, I get good at running awa
