A Series of Shit Story

Shouldn't have

warning : a short, kinda-depressing one-shot

T/W : death, suicide

I wrapped mine around her elbows and pulled her back. She, who was staring deep into the metal of the railway, looked back on me

Her eyes was red, dull dark iris, bleary-eyed, but instead of brimming with tears; it was a vast void.

"Miss, you're stepping on the line," I gestured at the yellow line on the concrete below us. She stood still, not an inch differs from her original place. "Miss, you're going to get hurt."

For one, two, three, four, five- A train passed behind her, blinding me.

And as I look again, she was gone.

This was not a ghost story.

It's still not.

But ghost aren't the thing we got traumatized by, it's simply a distraction.

I shouldn't have looked down the railways.