Ghosts

Follow me, you'll find your way. My ghosts never did find the light, they only faded, reappearing at the smallest weaken of my mind. They didn't want to go away, only find a way to torture me more. But only the King is a memory isn't he? He's the true ghost which follows me to my class, turning my head to think of us walking together until he tried to cross the line of friendship. You aren't a ghost though, are you Dark Prince?
You're the one still living, still tangible and able to kill me at any moment you want. My angel stands a mere few feet away and you have the audacity to flash that grin at me... That grin that says "come here" and sends shivers down a girl's back. These aren't those shivers though... These are the shivers of fear, of remembrance, and most of all, of hate. I hate you. You know it and yet you smile. Those hands that once tore out my beating heart are now dangling beside you, slowly rocking back and forth. You wear that grin so proudly, so why not face your fate?