"There's no such thing as fate! How many times must I repeat that?!" Libby ignored him and opened another cookie as they strolled down the street. "'Someone close to you will quit their pointless nagging and just kiss you already.'" She smiled at him. "I'm waiting." His eyebrows shot up. "No way am I kissing you just because a fortune cookie told me so." "Well, what if I told you I made it up?" "Did you?" "Perhaps..."
You are a ghost. No one can hear you, see you, or feel you. One day, your hauntee looks up and ask you why do you keep following me?
It’s my hobby.
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Idea: The human boy watched me with wide, fearful eyes, only making my sadistic smirk grown wider. Mommy always said not to play with my food, but that was when we were at the table. But mommy's dead and I'm in a playful mood.
I always think about this!!
Rose: I have NEVER BEEN so insulted! Othello: You don't listen much do you? Rose: Oh, shut up.
"Have you ever loved someone so much you actually ached? It sucks. Especially when it's someone you used to hate." "Hey!" "I said 'used to' didn't I?"