The first time I said a story, no one believed me.

I told them, everyone I knew, that a girl jumped to the highest of the skies and reached the clouds.

They didn't believed me.

I told them that another ran around me in a speed of light and stopped in an instant, in a different place, in a matter of minutes.

They didn't believed me. It was impossible, they said.

I told them, the few who I thought would understand, that a girl hidden in the shadows welcomed me with a bright smile like the sun.

They didn't believed me. They said ghosts weren't real.

I didn't tell them about her ice-like stares. I didn't tell them how she offered her hand to help.

I... couldn't tell anyone I died in a moment and brought back to life.

She kissed me in the rain, as she breathed life back into my heart.