1.28.02. 12.48am.
ghosts.
i never knew what a spectre was before. now there she is: quite literally a spectre of the past. every night she appears, but quietly, in the background. a passing character, a throw-away line, a brief glimpse that i don't mark, until later when i wake up and there she was again. i've never been haunted before.
i suppose there is a purpose. i don't have to know, i don't think.
like all spirits, she will leave when it is time for her to leave, and only then.