prompt: ghosts

[This was written in response to a prompt about ghosts on tumblr. Wrote it in less than 5 minutes, so it’s not exactly polished]

‘Where does love go to die?’ you asked.

‘It doesn’t.’

You stared at me long and hard, like a child trying to figure out if she was being lied to.

‘Love doesn’t die. It haunts you forever.’

‘But I don’t believe in ghosts.’

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