Nara
I'm standing in the corner of the room, staring at the figure before me that resembles my mother. She doesn't look like a ghost. She is breathing and smiling softly at me, calling her sweet girl.
"I'm not a ghost, my sweet girl. I'm alive," she says. The voice sounds just like my mom's, soft and soothing. But it can't be. What kind of witchcraft is happening here?
"I missed you so much, Nara." I shake my head, denying what I see with my own eyes. My eyes begin to mist, and a lump forms in my throat.
"No... You... It can't be. I mourned you," I stutter.
"Kian!" I scream, clutching my eyes. "Mason?! Anyone!" My whole body is shaking.
The door opens instantly, and Kian rushes in. I bury my face in his chest.
"My own mother's ghost is haunting me," I cry. He strokes my hair, cooing
