part 2

She was real or was she not?

I didn't know if I should interfere with whatever she was doing so, I hesitated to greet; my instinct kicking in. I didn't look her way, walked pass her like she didn't exist; the image of her back disappearing with the fog.

A few steps away from her, I looked around to find her gone. was she a figment of my imagination? A result of sleepless nights dedicated to video games? or was the place haunted? It was so real. Her long hair soaked in rain holding her head towards the sky. I lost her in the algebra equations that day but she wasn't completely gone because unconsciously I was looking at the girls with wet hair in my grade; I wanted to believe she was real. None of the girls in school fit in her image, I concluded I was bored enough to build illusions before my eyes or so did I think until I saw her again.