SIGHT

  From the corner of my eyes, I saw her. She stood there with her head held down and her long hair covering her face. She looks so fragile and small with her overgrown hospital dress. There is something familiar about this girl that's in front of me now.    I don't know why, but I feel like I wanted to run to her at this very moment and held her hand, but was scared she might runoff, or maybe she would fade away, so, all I do is making a little sound by clearing my throat to tell her that she is not alone at this rooftop. Then, she lifted her head and slowly turned aside, in my direction. I can feel her gaze on me and look at her too. Then both of us gasped.    "Millie?" I said. Then her eyes widened and she said "Danny? Wait, you... you can see me?" I was confused with her question and I was about to say what are you talking about to her before I recall the accident. About what had happened to her. She is not Millie, I mean, she is Millie but not the same Millie, get what I mean? I was in a trance, and I noticed that she still staring at me. "oohh..fuck" is the reply that I give to her question.