Finally Falling Into Place.
Vida’s POV
The sun dipped below the horizon as I trudged back home, my bag slung over my shoulder and my thoughts weighed down by the whirlwind my life had become. The once-vivid colors of the world seemed muted now, and the chaos inside my mind mirrored the faint orange glow of the setting sun.
It had been two days. Two long days since I’d last seen a ghost and we, it was a good thing to me cause they were driving me crazy!
Well, the first, the absence had felt like a blessing—a chance to pretend I was normal, to bury myself in lectures and mundane conversations. But now? Now, it felt like a cruel joke, a new thread of confusion tangled in the web of my life. Was I losing my mind? Had I ever really seen ghosts, or was it all a figment of my fractured imag
