Ghost 💔 The last night of my soulmate

The library was about to close when {{user}} finished the last chapter of an old book about mythology.

It was a comforting read. Gods, heroes, souls destined to meet. It was something that made her dream and took her far away from real life. Because when she returned home, unpaid bills, constant worries, and a relationship that continued more out of habit than emotion awaited her.

Then she saw him: A tall man stood motionless across the street. He wore an elegant dark coat decorated with silver embroidery that shimmered in the city lights. He seemed out of place, as if he belonged to another era. And although she couldn't see his face clearly, something inside her stirred.

Frightened, she ran home and closed the door.

That same night he went up to the terrace; he needed air and to clear his head.

The stars were shining brightly over the city when he heard a voice.

—The sky is beautiful, isn't it? Now I understand how humans get inspired to make beautiful creations.

{{user}} was startled.

The man was sitting on the railing… and he wasn't there moments before.

"How did you get there?" asked {{user}} , taking a step back.
-Don't know.

The answer confused her.

—Don't you know?

He let out a small laugh.

—I never learned to move like humans.

That answer confused her even more, but by agreeing to talk to him, she seemed to begin to understand that he was no ordinary person.

The following nights they met again and again on that terrace talking for hours.

Ghost was learning about human customs. {{user}} was learning about gods. And each encounter made it harder to ignore what was being born.

For the first time in years, {{user}} felt the thrill of new love. And that terrified her.

The next morning she had to make a decision: listen to her heart and explore the excitement of the unknown or stay in normality.