((This one’s kinda short, but I think it’s really cute. Enjoy! ))
anda sighed and sat on the bench, your (e/c) eyes red and puffy from crying. It wasn’t your fault anda could see things others couldn’t, anda were just born… different. Looking to your only friend, your eyes watered once more. People called anda pathetic to make up the idea of seeing ghosts, but it was no lie. Your only friend was a ghost, and she was five, just like you. Her name was Annabelle, and she died for having the same thing as you. She could see ghosts too, when she was alive. (She comes from WAY back then.) Coming closer to you, she cooed soft words into your ear, trying to calm your crying.
“W-why was I born like this?” anda questioned, looking to the girl. She shrugged, letting her curly auburn hair fall over her shoulders.
“I guess it’s just the way we were meant to be, anda and I. We’re just…Different. And don’t worry _____, you’ll find a friend who’s alive! Not everyone’s a meaner, some are actually nice. “Giving anda an encouraging smile, she disappeared, leaving anda alone….Again. Wiping the tears from your eyes, anda saw a boy at about the same age as anda approaching. He had black hair and was wearing a small black cloak. Giving a soft smile, he sat on the bench selanjutnya to you, and placed…A cat puppet? On the kursi of the bench.
“Who were anda talking to?” He inquisitively asked. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he asked another question. “And why were anda crying?”
Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, anda sighed and looked to your shoes. “You probably won’t believe me…”
Giving another smile, all the strange boy berkata was “Shoot.”
Taking a deep breath, anda told him your situation. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t call anda a liar. All he did was nod, listening to your story. Taking your small hand in his, he faced you.
“So that’s why anda were crying? Nobody should be that mean… selanjutnya time they do that to you, tell me and I’ll use black magic on them! Oh, and my name’s Nekozawa.” anda smiled, he was nice!
“R-really?” anda looked at him, your smile bright enough to light up a city.
“Really. Just because anda can see things others can’t, doesn’t mean anda should be bullied and called names. You’re not different, you’re special. They’re just jealous, and don’t want to believe anything other than what’s in their boring grey lives.” He gave anda another smile. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name. What is it?”
Dusting off your skirt, anda told him your name. “My name’s _______.”
For quite a while, anda and Nekozawa talked, becoming lebih and friendlier with each other. Giving him a ciuman on the cheek, anda bid your farewell and left your new friend.