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    1) The narrator is a ghost who frequents a park bench to escape their worries and pains. They have noticed a beautiful woman who also often sits on the bench. 2) The narrator admires the woman from afar, noticing her red dress and hair flowing in the wind. They imagine taking her hands and comforting her when she seems sad. 3) However, the narrator lacks confidence that the woman would notice or accept a ghost. Their hopes are dashed when the woman passes through their body and kisses another man, revealing the narrator's ghostly nature.

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    Forbidden love between the living and the dead

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    A GHOST'S LOVER

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    1) The narrator is a ghost who frequents a park bench to escape their worries and pains. They have noticed a beautiful woman who also often sits on the bench. 2) The narrator admires the woman from afar, noticing her red dress and hair flowing in the wind. They imagine taking her hands and comforting her when she seems sad. 3) However, the narrator lacks confidence that the woman would notice or accept a ghost. Their hopes are dashed when the woman passes through their body and kisses another man, revealing the narrator's ghostly nature.

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    A Ghost's Lover

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    Wueseter Shone
    1) The narrator is a ghost who frequents a park bench to escape their worries and pains. They have noticed a beautiful woman who also often sits on the bench. 2) The narrator admires the woman from afar, noticing her red dress and hair flowing in the wind. They imagine taking her hands and comforting her when she seems sad. 3) However, the narrator lacks confidence that the woman would notice or accept a ghost. Their hopes are dashed when the woman passes through their body and kisses another man, revealing the narrator's ghostly nature.

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    A GHOST’S LOVER

    Here I am, again. Staring into space. The darkness is comforting, an


    endless abyss that swallows your pain.
    She is here too, beautiful as ever. Did she also come to drown away her
    worries? In this bench, this park. The serenity it provides. The
    overwhelming feeling of peace. It’s greater than any high. I come here
    everyday to just cry and release the accumulating pressure of being alive.
    Well, that was the original reason. But I’m not sure anymore. Since I saw
    her. Since I realized that she’s often here as well.
    I glance at her again. Today she’s wearing a red dress matched with red
    heels. Her tiny cleavage is revealed only slightly, rising and falling to the
    rhythm of her breathing. Her hair is let down, floating with the wind. She is
    simply beautiful, this woman.
    Though her face is always sad and her countenance always far, I like to
    think she lives a rich life. Exploring her youthfulness to the fullest.
    I’d like to talk to this woman. I’d like her to finally see me. I’d like to take her
    hands, kiss her palms, whispering sweet nothings. I’d like her to hold me
    close till our breasts are pressed together. I’d like to say to this woman
    “Don’t be sad my pretty. Everything will be fine”.
    But, you see, I lack the confidence. What if she runs away. What if she’s
    with another. What if she’s never noticed me or worse isn’t “like me”. Oh I
    can never handle the pain. This peaceful place would be lost to me. I would
    come here and only think of how this stranger broke my heart.
    Sigh! I’m already broken. I’ve got nothing much to lose!
    I’m standing up now. Taking the most awkward stroll. I think she’s heard
    my footsteps, as she’s looking up to me. Sigh. My heart is twisting and
    turning, her blue eyes torment me. I must speak to this stranger who makes
    me want to live.
    She stands up too and starts walking towards me. Does she finally see
    me? Will this love story come true?
    With a stabbing pain at my side, she passes right through me. She melts
    into the arms of another man and begins to kiss him.
    Oh what was I thinking. This story can’t be true. For how could a woman
    notice or love a ghost like me.

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