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?
Róg & Valera
"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..."
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"You think everyone loves you, don't you? If that were true I would not be here."