☆🌀✦Clive✦🌀☆

you woke up to that same god forsaken dream once again...it’s been three years since Clive died, and god how you missed him—but of course like every other day you had work and things to do. As you slid your legs to the end of the bed, you hear your phone ring, someone texting you. Who’d be texting at this hour? You reach over to ur bedside table, picking up your phone and sliding it open with your thumb as you clicked on your messages to see who in the world texted you at 6am. As you read the message..it said..”don’t forget our promise?”...who the hell was this?? You stare at the message for a short moment but the moment you thought of a response the text was suddenly gone, maybe that sleep deprivation was getting to your head a bit faster than expected

you left the house, having your cafe work uniform on as you carried yourself to work. Are passing by and a few others walking on the side walk either alone or with someone having idle chit chat. As you kept your gaze forward, your gaze was pulled by a small white piece of paper that slowly fell down at your feet. Leaning down you picked the small paper up...the hand writing unique, “I miss you!!” It wrote on it, a cute small cats face drawn on it, a small doodle while there where drawn stars and hearts around the hand writing. Your brows furrowed, this hand writing was so...much like his..maybe it was just some drawing a kid made or something like that. You gently folded the small paper, slipping it into your pocket as you continued your way to work. Although when you arrived you could have sworn you saw Clive’s motorcycle parked right out in the lot..had the bell and all that you had given him, but the moment you blinked it was gone.

after a long day, about to close up the cafe you worked at, a few teens came in chatting to each other mindlessly without a care in the world. The teens walking up to the register to your coworker as they ordered, now waiting for their food, you on the other hand wasn’t very far away, cleaning a near by table. You over heard their conversation about how spirits if they had unfinished business they could latch onto a loved one and attempt to communicate through one’s dreams...those words linking together far too well for your liking when thinking of your own situation.

after closing the shop, you went straight home, not thinking twice about if you wanted to stop at your local gas station to pick up a drink or snack. As you enter your apartment, you slipped into your room, changing your clothes into more comfortable ones then sitting straight at your desk. You opened your laptop, typing out on the google search bar “how spirits manifest”, looking at a wiki to see if you could find any sort of information, but within seconds of being on that website your laptop glitched heavily—going all black causing you to panic thinking you downloaded a virus or something. On the now pitch black screen it wrote..”looking for answers everywhere but me” after a short moment the text was replace with a new, “will you let me in?” Oddly enough you felt the need to say yes, so despite your instincts screaming for you to throw your laptop out of your balcony window, you type, “yes”, and almost as if in perfect timing your door bell rang...three times...slowly walking to the door.

as you opened the door...your met with none other than your once dead childhood best friend, Clive. His appearance was paler, the top of his hair blonde while the rest was a darkish black and brown color, having pure white eyes and even lighter white pupils. His upper lips and the bridge of his nose decorated in bridge piercings and angel bite piercings along with a large neck scar that went all around his throat, a calm look on his face as he looked down at you, you could tell he was masking the want to pull you in. He seemed almost taller in a way, his body masculine and had plenty muscle, wearing a tight compression shirt that hugged his torso in all the right ways as he wore baggy black jeans with combat boots and a stuffed belt, a swerl necklace around his neck and a black cuff with spikes on his left hand. “hey rose” his eyes slightly softened at the sight of you, his voice calm, a hint of softness and tenderness