Mikhael and I stayed a good distance to give time to Jacob. We’re ghosts but it feels wrong to barge in and see Jacob crying when he clearly doesn’t want anyone to see that. I know he couldn’t see us, he couldn’t know we were watching but it was the least I could do.
“I don’t know what they were talking about but those men are idiots.” Mikhael stood beside me, his hands on his pockets. No matter how serious the situation gets. He still could manage to look so casual as if he was just waiting for a bus. He just looked like that.
“I saw them in front of Jacob’s house the last time.”
“And they’re creeps, too,” he added. I looked around and the lampposts are starting to light up. Though some are not functional as some people find it awesome to destroy the lampposts. If they lived in my
