A STORY THAT HAD POPPED OUT …

-FROM THE BASEMENT OF HER HYPOTHALAMUS*,^ Without a beginning..with no end.. (fiction)

She watched him from the corner of her eyes..hmm.. he just looked so great today..though he didn’t even noticed her presence..heck! why would she be surprised by that?! that’s her everyday role, a ghost..she hopes casper will just rescue her and can keep her company while she’s lookin out for the real devon sawa of her life…lol. what the heck is his connection in this story..anyway..just throwin some nonsense idea..

Well, better to be a ghost here on earth that be an angel in heaven..at least she could get to smell his scent as he pass by..hopin’ ghosts are not anosmic..

Every morning, she wakes up with a smile and a prayer in her mind.. and you know what?.. she also ends her day smilin and prayin for the same reason..

She always looked at him from afar..and dreamin of what if’s and could be’s.. someday.. she’ll make it happen.. and hoped that when that time comes.. he’s still human..

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