The Rebirth

Four months later…

Rufus and Elena were openly crying.
“No more ghost parties,” Claudius looked on sadly. Elena stepped back and bawled. Some of her other friends reached out to comfort her, but their hands just made her colder as she continued to crumple apart.
Everything was spinning for her. Some ghosts shifted uncomfortably. The lady with a cat head nervously meowed.
It took a while (at least two hours), but she finally pulled herself together.
Her head continued to pound. With each thump, she was reminded that she would never see these ghosts again. “I’ll come back,” she promised desperately, with a glare in the direction towards her parents’ bedroom. “I will.”
The ghosts just nodded. There was melancholy and disbelief in their smiles. Rufus continued crying, which made Elena cry, which made the ghosts force her to dance with them.
They danced until dawn, even after Elena collapsed into sleep, disappearing forever as light hit the room.
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Notes

Very, very short- so sorry, to anyone who actually cares and reads this story!

But, yes. Update tomorrow. Hopefully, it'll be longer.