Athena, hmm? What are you, a Greek goddess?" the ghost asked jokingly. "For someone who is gifted the name of the goddess of war and rationality, you sure are emotional.

How can you just assume that my story's some emotional tantrum? You have just met me. Honestly, at this point, I'm probably having an illusion," Athena replied back.

Bold of you to determine the reality of things," said the Ghost. "Your eyes may deceive you, but I'm here; I'm real, or so I think I am.

Snores escaped from the mouth of Athena, leaving the ghost shocked that he had been talking to himself the entire time. The ghost found himself drawn to Athena, his hands trailing down her face, eventually fading, for the hint of his immortality had run dry. He thought to himself, "How lucky she is to be alive."

"For we all have stories we hold close to our heart even those who don't exist in our realm"

Before I embarked on my journey into this lonesome hole, I was once alive, with rushing veins so vibrant, like the sun. What was my story truly worth? Even I don't know.

"I grew up in a home filled with love, thanks to the most caring parents. They nurtured in me all the virtues that life has to offer. But...