50 Word Stories: Ghosts Can’t Love

Ghosts can’t love, she said.
She was wrong. I’d seen them. They wavered together in diaphanous bliss like silver moths in moonshine, wings enfolded about each other without a care in the world. Not this world, anyway.
I want to be a ghost, I told her. I’d haunt you forever.

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