#ghost!touko

"Again?!"

"Come to make fun of the poor, hideous dead girl, huh?! Is this fun for you? ...I hate this!!! I can't eat, or sleep, or touch anything! And I thought I was worth nothing before!!"

"I can't even write like this!!!"

It was some sort of cruel irony, she was sure. Fukawa communicated entirely through text in this form, but she couldn't pick up a pencil to write down her thoughts. Her words faded away as quickly as they came.

"F...Fateful...?"

The line sounded like something out of one of her novels. She didn't really see what he was talking about, though.

"...What?!"

"Ghhhh....S-stop trying to trick me, Ishimaru! I know you could never harbor feelings for a putrid sack of trash like me!...And even if you did...it's too late, anyway..."

"W...what's that...?"

"Are you giving these to me out of sympathy...? B-because of my appearance...?!"

She tries to grasp the notebook and pen but her hands pass uselessly through the items. She'd forgotten she was dead for a couple of seconds.

"..........."

Fukawa stopped in her tracks.

"........What?!"

"Syo is alive?! H-how..."

"B...but there's no way she's fighting for me!!! She's probably just angry at the thing that killed her! She's just... getting revenge for herself! If she was really doing that for me ...s-she would have..."

The letters grow smaller and change to a sad, dark gray color.

"....told me...how to bring myself back to life, too...."

Touko pauses for a while.

"...Anyway, there's no way she's doing this for me!......P...probably..."

Syo had been acting strangely lately- between the time Syo was a ghost and the letter she had left her... well, Fukawa couldn't really predict her actions well anymore. She didn't know what her motives were.

Fukawa trailed behind him, vaguely upset. It seemed she didn't have the privilege of hearing her own footsteps anymore. Or seeing her own shadow. Or hearing her own breathing.

"I can do anything I want to, now! …I’m dead!!! N-nobody cares what I do!!! …Not that they cared when I was alive, either, but-"

“-…Are you ignoring me?!… Ghhhh…."

Fukawa’s words shake and sputter but the boy isn’t looking at them anymore. He probably didn’t see what Touko said. She scratches at her head in irritation and follows him.