The way that they were, is the way that they’re, is the way that they’ll always be.Įver since Cass almost drowned (okay, she did drown, but she doesn’t like to think about it), she can pull back the Veil that separates the living from the dead. That’s why when you take a photograph, things stay still. The world is always changing, every second of every day, and so is everything in it, which means that you you are right now is different from the you you were when you started reading this sentence. “Ghosts, residues, spirits, specters, call them what you like… Sure, science can explain some things, but when different people experience the same supernatural occurrence, see the same ghost, relate the same story, we should ask why.”

There’s a difference between wanting to stay & being too afraid to let go. I pretend not to be scared, even when I’m.

He pretends to be scared, even when he’s not. I can actually see ghosts, but don’t want to talk–or write–about them. So my parents talk about–or write about–ghosts, but can’t actually see them. I believe there’s something left behind when a person goes, a kind of memory. The living hold on to the dead, that “ghosts” are just our way of keeping people with us.

Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. One foot with the living, and one with the dead. I’ve one foot in winter and one in spring ♨.

Victoria schwab city of ghosts