In Love with a Ghost: Ghosts and Goodbyes

On the day of our long-awaited reunion, I awoke at the break of dawn. With a sense of urgency, I scrubbed floors, polished windows, and rearranged furniture as if possessed by some unseen force. When the doorbell finally rang, my heart raced in anticipation. And there you were, standing before me in a sunflower-yellow dress, your curls framing a face that was both familiar and foreign.
We embraced in a hug that seemed to transcend time itself, our hearts beating in unison once more. Yet, as the day unfolded, a sense of unease began to creep in. Your laughter carried a hollow echo, and your words took on a strange and unsettling tone, speaking of crossing over and finding peace in the light.
It wasn’t until a text message from a classmate shattered my world that I realized the truth. They were burying you that very day, and yet here you were, standing before me. Frantically, I called out your name, pounding on the bathroom door until my fists were bruised. But you were gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of jasmine perfume and a dried guava leaf from our old school tree.
At that moment, it all became clear. You hadn’t come to restart our story. You had come to close it, leaving me to grapple with the harsh reality of your absence once more.