I click on his name and prepare to give him the most biggest and grandest breakup speech ever.....Breakups.In short, a breakup simply means the end of something. It could be a relationship, a business deal, or anything as a matter of fact.Breakups can be nasty, and they can also peaceful. But emotions are always manifested during them.I have decided to break up with Sterling.We have not even been in a relationship for more than half a year, so he’d probably be okay with it.And I have realized that we have different goals. His being to put a demonic ring on me and take my soul energy so he can become a full human.So yeah, that’s s

I take my phone and open it, clicking quickly on his text. But all I see is a sad emoji.....He’s sad?He’s sad and here I am devastated.I love Sterling. I love him more than I want to admit. He’s an amazing person and I do not want to lose him.I really don’t, but this is too much for me.First, knowing that he is an actual ghost.I mean that did a number on me but I accepted that.A part of me still don’t believe he’s a ghost even though I have seen him do unexplainable things.In fact, it explains why he knew or knows so much about me without really trying.I used to think it was because he

And that’s the last thing I hear before the world around me starts to spin.I then fall and slip into a peaceful darkness.........I flutter my eyes open slowly and I’m welcomed with bright white light.Am I dead?Am I in heaven?How did I even die? I don’t remember a single thing.My eyes begin to adjust to the light and now I can tell that I’m laying down on my back, obviously on a small bed.The ceilings remind me of when I used to visit my grandmother in the hospital.I try to turn my head and a sharp pain instantly takes over the front of my head.Damn,

I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now......Gosh, he looks so broken.Well, I am too. He broke me.But broken pieces can be glued together again, right?I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces.“Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally.“You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.“Please.” I say to him.He looks at me for a few seconds and sighs.

Yeah, I know. Savage.Such a basic and formal emoji to a string of beautiful emojis illustrating love........Air.Sweet fresh air.I’m free, I’m finally free!No more hospital beds, no more pale colored rooms, no more people thinking I’m going to kick the bucket.I have been officially discharged from the hospital, but with a warning.I have to take it easy, no strenuous activity for the next two weeks.That’s fine by me.I’m in my Sterling’s car and we’re driving home. The car ride is relaxing and c