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Ever since Griseo was a little girl, she had been seeing something strange, something that was unordinary. No matter who she talked to, no matter what she said or did, nobody ever believed her. It was completely abnormal, paranormal even. And what was this 'paranormal' thing she's seen for the past decade?
A ghost. A ghost of somebody with a tall stature, extremely skinny. She always thought the ghost had familiar features, but her brain always fogged up when thinking about it, never figuring out why it seemed almost familiar.
Long hair, almost always tied in a small ponytail.
Dressed extremely strangely, almost as if a cosplay.
Had strange features, such as horns, wings, and spikes, almost like how people depict demons.
But why was she seeing this person? No matter how many mental evaluations or checkups, ruling out problems with her brain or anything psychological, there was no answer to WHY, specifically.
But she knew no person with these features. No idea why it felt familiar, unable to reach a conclusion as to why.
The person could speak, but barely. A full sentence was extremely rare, no matter what she said to the person.
But one of the things the person said was his name; and his name was 'Kosma.'
…….
One day, her father, Ato, brought home somebody new. A guy, no older than 20 likely, who had features that were strikingly similar to the ghost she had been seeing for years and years now.
That same tall stature. Extremely skinny. Same hair. Same features… Well, except for the.. demon part.
And this guys name was also…. Kosma.
What were the chances? What was this? Was this new Kosma just another thing she 'hallucinated?'
Within the next few weeks, Griseo had been noticing how the ghost would watch this new Kosma with intent, even getting close, going in his room. Overall, seemed to almost be observing.
Was it purely coincidence?
The ghost would bother Griseo less and less over the weeks, and instead latch onto the newcomer. Cooking? Right over his shoulder. Showering? Would phase into the bathroom. Sleeping? Phase into his room.
One day, the ghost had been staring at some knives for a few minutes. Soon enough, the new Kosma came to cut an apple with one of said knives, and ended up slicing into his hand brutally. Ligaments and tendons exposed, bleeding heavily.
Ato ended up taking this Kosma to the hospital for hand surgery, and the next day when Kosma came back, he had seen Griseo staring at a wall in her room.
"Kosma! What are you doing????"
She yelled at her wall, not noticing the alive Kosma was right outside.
".........Griseo? Why are you yelling my name at a wall…..?"
"Not you. Ghost."
Kosma had heard about Griseos 'hallucinations' before from Ato, but this was his first time actually seeing Griseo be vocal about one of them.
Kosma quickly peered in the room and…
What?
What the fuck???
He could see it too.
It approached him.
It kept on getting closer, and closer, before just stopping, staring straight at him. It caressed his cheek, before phasing through a wall.
"...................................."
"You saw it too?!"
What was even going on? After the incident with his hand, Kosma had started seeing this ghost too?
And it looked almost exactly like him.
Later that night, Kosma was lounging in his room, just reading a book he had on space and suddenly…..
He shrieked, seeing that same ghost from earlier straddling him.
"W-what do you want?????"
"........................You."
The ghost had been eyeing him for months, and since Kosma could see the ghost now…..
".....Who are you?"
".......Kosma."
"........But i'm Kosma."
"......We are the same. Ato is like my father as well, Griseo was who I always took care of. I tried my best, followed after…… ………"
No, no. Not him. Nevermind, that's not important right now.
"...My peers. I still died a dog's death. I wanted to be a hero……."
"To save people. Like how ████ d did. But I never did… And Ato, he……… Nevermind."
Not importantnotimportantnotimportant who is 'he' who is 'he' who is 'he' who was this 'hero' he claimed to know who is it who is it who is it who is it who is this who is this who is this why is this why is this
Hm? What did the ghost say? Kosma didn't quite catch it, but he didn't want to somehow trouble him and ask. Even if it left him with an agonizing curiosity.
daybreak would soon arrive, for the brilliant sun to rise, for the greed of the humans, yet, the sun is one day set to die, no matter what the humans wanted. for the next 8 minutes unaware, Kneeling down to the god they believed in prior. maybe a daily prayer, maybe an Extravagent ritual for who they worshipped, ,maybe even a special holiday that day. blissfully unaware that their own life would be stripped away, a Vicious event, set to end it all. there was no god to run to. was there ever even a god? A baseless concept, It is. Now, there was nothing they could do, for the sun is set to die.
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Who?
The ghost leaned down once again, looking down at Kosma. The light from the lamp reflected off of his horns and the membranes of his wings, making him look ethereal. Just who was he?
".........................."
"......."
Silence passed between the two for the next few minutes as they stared awkwardly at each other, neither of them knowing what to do now, what to explain, or what to talk about.
Suddenly, the ghost reached out, grabbing a harmonica from Kosma's nightstand. The ghost looked at it, seemingly mourning something, or someone.
The ghost held the harmonica to his lips; he played a few notes out of tune at first, looking embarrassed. Soon enough, he started to play a tune.
It sounded almost familiar to this Kosma.
But why?
Where was this ghost even from? Why was it here?
The ghost finally leaned down, stroking Kosma's hair out of his face. He was still straddling Kosmas hips, but now he was much more intentional with it. He put his hand fully in the other boys hair, stroking it with a tender touch.
He leaned down farther, lowering himself down until he was face to face with the human boy.
"I am you."