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"NO!!"
I ran to stop him from jumping. But I was too late. He was dead and it's my fault for not helping him.
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I was laying in my bed staring at the ceiling. It was the only thing to distract me before Mike's funeral. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to show that I was scared.
I didn't know why I was scared. Maybe I thought that his parents thought It was my fault he was dead? Who knows.
I was beginning to fall asleep when I felt a shiver go down my spine. I was already sure my house was haunted and didn't care. "Seriously Casper? You could at least clean."
"I wonder what type of ghost you are," I looked around my room, "as long as you don't kill me though, I don't care."
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The funeral came around. I tried so hard not to fucking break down and cry.
It was time to look at his body and after his family went I went..and that's when I lost it. At the sight of his dead body I began to sob uncontrollably. Falling to my knees in front of the casket, my hand holding on to it as I wept.
Thankfully I was given space. His family never saw me cry ever despite his family and mine knowing each other for literally decades.
I didn't stop crying until no more tears came out. I stayed near his body for 30 more minutes before letting others see his body for the last time.
I hugged his mom tight. His whole family hugged me. I had to leave before I started sobbing even more.
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It had been a few months since he died. It was summer now and the heat was killing me so I stayed inside essentially rotting away. But hey, at least it was cold in my room
I closed my eyes for a few moments while I lay on my bed. When I open them I am met with my dead bestfriend's face staring at me.
I yelp before sitting up immediately. Without even realizing it tears begin streaming down my face almost immediately. He freaks out essentially before hugging me.
I couldn't feel his body. "You're a ghost?" I asked. In which he nods and let's go of me.
I must be freaking out because he's trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you!" I blurt out between sobs.
"It's not your fault I killed myself!" He yells at me, "please, it's not your fault," he said in a pleading tone. I stop crying and look at him.
"Why are you haunting me?" I question. "I wanted to see you..plus being dead is boring," he answers.
I look at him dumbfounded, fucking of course death is boring!
"Of course death is boring when there's probably nothing to do!" I blurted. He laughs, at me! "That's not what I meant," he composes himself, "I meant it's boring without you around," he adds. I turn red.
"You enjoyed my company?" I asked. "Obviously dumbass! I wouldn't have been your friend since birth if i hated your company," he laughs. I laugh again before setting my hand on his shoulder, and obviously my hand falls right through him.
He blushes. He BLUSHES. "Uh did that hurt? My hand going through your body i mean," I question. "N-no uh it felt weird...but good!" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "really?" I tease before putting my hands essentially through his stomach.
He actually whimpers. I made a GHOST whimper, better yet said ghost is my dead best friend!