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She has a little secret. She can see species called "ghosts" in this world.
She once thought that she would carry this secret with her to the grave, but she didn't expect that such a big change would happen in the middle.
She once thought that her secret was a Pandora's box of bad luck, but she never expected that one day she would be so grateful for her unique "power".
Just because of that person.
Or rather, that ghost.
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He squatted at the bloody crime scene, and she ignored him.
He wandered around the school and she ignored him.
He stood in front of his grave blankly, and she... Ignored him.
"Hey." She called.
He turned to look at her, his eyes flashing with strange color.
She walked forward and said softly: "Yes, I know you are a ghost."
(This article is not scary + it is a short story of pure love. It may not be scientific but please don't pay too much attention to it. It is just a novel. Please do not take it seriously.)