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^^how the place look like when they meet.^^

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(Damien's P.O.V )

" Hey handsome. " Stella, the school's biggest flirt ,sat down on my lap.

" Get off me."

"Oh... someone's eager."

She stood up and pinched my cheek.

" I have no interest in you. B*tch."

"But I am." She smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

Hell no. This is Halloween, not Valentines Day.

" He said no, didn't he?" A foreign voice. It sound so familiar.

Stella looked up. Her face paled.

" Gh-ghost!! " She screamed.

I whipped my head around.

"Stella, there isn't anyone." Before I know it, she already ran away.

A figure... there is a figure there at the ally. I blinked my eyes.

Where is that person now?

" Looking for me?"

I turned around and I saw her.

Her.

She is supposed to be dead.

"I know... I am supposed to be dead. Blah blah blah. Let me cut the crap. I need to find her."  She answered in a silvery voice.

She looked around.

"Can you show me my grave tomorrow night?"

" I wish I could. But you don't have a grave."

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