An exhale of breath, the inhale and sharp weight of lungs. Fingers brushing strands of hair away from eyes. Staring at the women, pulse rapid under his skin, he’s uncomfortable to say the least at her statement. “I’ve been told I’m a better ghost than a human being.”
Inching closer to the man, she looked at him closer. “No, but as broken as you soul maybe, your mortality pours out like a river. You are far more human than a ghost.”