Ash was nothing but smoke. I learned that the hard way. I used to date him, but not anymore. I just lay in bed, thinking of what happened the day before.
Ash just brought me home from the movies. I wanted to hug him, but when I did, he disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. "Ash?" I asked. When I saw him, I walked towards him, but when I tried to hold his hand, my hand went right through his. "What?" I said. How can I go through him unless... Does Ash even exist?! "Ash, can you hear me?" I asked. He didn't say anything. I smacked him, but my arm went right trough. So it was true. Ash was nothing but smoke. And to think I thought he was real. No wonder people thought I was crazy when I said, "Ash is here!" or "Guys Ash is on his way." Cause he didn't even exist.
-Out of dream-
I woke up, with Ash next to me. I moved away a bit. "Camille, are you ok?" He asked. I smacked him. My arm didn't go through. "Ow! Camille!" He yelled. "Oops. Sorry. It's just the dream I had..." I said. "Well, you can tell me and we'll work it out" he said. I smiled. It's a good thing I have a friend to trust.