Bridge

Today was cold. The sun was up but I couldn't feel it,I just felt cold. Well,even if it was hot I can't feel it anyway,I'm a ghost after all. But sometimes I do feel it,and it's really pleasant,but those a really rare occasions,I still don't know how it happens,it just does.

Cold usually reminds me of the day I died,or any other day of my past life anyway. But,yeah,I kind of hate cold days now,I hate everyday.
But today I felt like doing nothing,so I just sit at the place where I jumped,facing the water flow. It might seem weird but I felt at ease at this exact emplacement,I guess it's just a ghost thing or something. I might be dead for god knows how long,but I'm still figuring out things of being a ghost,it's not like in movie,well not exactly at least.

I find myself humming unconciously,too lost in unimportant thoughts. That reminds me,it's cold here. And I just now notice that there's also wind,maybe that is why it's cold while it's sunny? I wish I knew.
I faint smell of cigarette comes my way,I like that smell,it goes well with the weather,and most certainly my mood.
I glance quickly at my sides,looking out for where the heavenly smell comes from,until I notice my favorite fire truck red head,looking my way. I look back down,and back again. He seems lost in thought,and I grin. He have a funny look on his face,I like it.

The next second I am standing in front of him looking at his pack of cigarette.

"Care to share?" I say,and I see how he slightly jump,looking down surprised at me,and I can't help but smirk. I may have found a new past time.
"Not at all." He passed me a cigarette and his lighter. I put the little stick between my lips and light it almost desesperatly,I just hope he didn't notice.
It has been so long since I last tasted the bitter taste of the smoke filling my lungs,I can't help but sigh in satisfaction as I exhale the smoke out of my non-existent system,I feel myself relax because it has been "so long..." I let slip out my thought before inhaling more of the deadly stick,and I let my eyes close.

We both fall in a pleasant silence,both of us looking down at the river as we smoked. Once I finished mine,I let it fall down to the floor and I crush it with my foot.
I look up at him,looking at his relaxed expression,at his slightly red nose from the cold,how the smoke slipped out of his pink chapped lips and how the cigarette fitted perfectly between them. I looked at his vibrant hair,ruffling softly with the wind and how his skin looked pure with the sun hitting in the right place.

He looked down at me,and I felt my self blush,has he noticed me creeping at his face? But noticed a hint of surprise in his eyes and I frowned. I moved my hand in front of him but he kept looking down at me,then I realized,I might have disapeared without myself noticing. I should be more careful with this. I looked up at his hazel eyes,looking like honey with the way light was hitting on them,I smiled and disapeared with the wind,and it reminded me an important thing today. It was cold.

Notes

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