Simon~
She was unstable.
I had an inkling that she was not normal and that nothing good would come of interacting with her. But when I saw her on the streets on that day, with her glistening silver hair and her alluring blue eyes, the way she walked comfortably in a strange land, and the dark figure that seemed to follow her everywhere, I knew that I would not be able to avoid her for long.
I had been able to see ghosts for as long as I could remember. They always lurked in the corners, never once taking the spotlight, it was easy to detect them, with their grotesque appearance that always seemed to signify the way they had died. No one believed me, of course, not even my own parents.
They all thought I was weird and attention seeking. They were all normal, too normal. So when I saw her, someone that seemed to come from the city, with a secret, tired eyes that seemed like she had seen the end of the world, I knew that she was not one of those normal people.
