Bathed in the gentle, warm amber glow, my hair shines like it’s alive, soaking in the beauty. This must be it-the last beacon of warmth amidst the harsh blue-green lights everywhere else. I stand still, calm in the moment, yet my mind drifts through cherished memories. Then, the light wobbles, and I sway back, as if we’re dancing in harmony. Out of the corner of my eye, a distant blue-green light flickers. A shadow crosses beneath it-just a silhouette, yet it sends my heart racing. I attempt to remain composed, raising my umbrella for cover. But it’s futile; he approaches closer. My heart races, almost bursting from my chest, and I drop the umbrella in my haste. The light flickers, and he halts, as time freezes along with my heart. Then it gets surreal-his arm lifts, as if reaching for me, while the flickering matches my racing heartbeat. I can’t help but laugh. Am I feeling warmth from a ghost? Yet, I resolve to embrace the moment and reach out. The flickering ceases, our hearts in sync-his cool blue-green against my warm amber. In that instant, everything aligns, as much as a ghostly touch can allow.
