#roseateghost

A ghostly figure walked down the road with his down and his arms around himself, it’s a cold night which is rather odd since the spirit isn’t capable of feeling any kind temperature. He looks up after hearing the sound of a motor purring,it sounds oddly familiar but he just couldn’t out his finger on it. As the purring grew louder the ghost began suffering from a sudden headache. Why is this sound causing pain to someone who’s dead? This doesn’t make any sense and as much as he wants to run away,the sound kept him paralyzed.

The damaged spirit had a pulsating headache.  He had only gotten these when he thought too hard about the accident, and about the boy.

But fuck the boy, he didn’t care any longer, with his heart gone he had nothing left to love with. The boy left him and he died. The boy wanted him to die.

He revved the engine harder, coming down the road, passing the site of his demise and drove further than he had been in a long time.  

With out his heart he no longer felt bound to the spot of his death.  He was free.

Why the fuck did he still have a headache?!