“The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be a…” Peter was telling a story to his sister in their hut. He did not know how to continue it, for he only thought about one word.
“What?” Cybele asked.
“You mean he died?”
“He was actually becoming a ghost without facing the death.”
“Liar!” she exclaimed.
“I’ve been telling you stories. That’s all lies.”
“You know I hate ghosts,” she frowned and pulled the blanket over her head.
For a moment, the two orphans didn’t make a sound.
“And you’re afraid of them?” Peter knew the night became colder now.
“Y-yeah…” She sounded starting to weep under the blanket. “But you said there’s no such thing. I’m trying to believe in you.”
Peter froze. Since last week he had tried not to look bloodless and pale, and made sure walking right on the floor. For he had already died.
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