can you see me?

jung jessica

xi luhan

oh sehun

           luhan sat on the bench wearing a black baby gap t-shirt, recovering his equilibrium.

           there was no way that was a ghost. in any way possible it was just a hallucination... he told himself. 

he was wrong.

a gust of cold wind clashed against his skin and there she was standing before him with a grin painted all over her face. 'you're kidding me.' luhan was startled by how she knew where he was.

'now, do you believe me?' she smirked and sat on the remotest seat from him just to not freak him out. 

waiting for luhan to reply was long; really long. he was contemplating wether to look at her or not at times and it resulted to glancing at her numerous times before he spoke, 'are you... dead?' luhan said in almost a whisper.

'seems like it.' she replied.