“Oh Ky,” her voice was trembling, was it the cold of the city in the winter? Or… “I can’t hide my feelings for you…Ky.”

I took her in my arms, her warmth enfolded in mine. Her lips brushed lightly against my neck like a cautious butterfly. The small kisses made my knees feel weak.

“It took me so long to finally get the courage to talk to you,” I whisper to her softly. “Now I am glad that I did, Stacy.”

“Oh Ky,” she buried her face in my chest. Tiny snowflakes fell silently onto her auburn hair. “Let’s just stay here forever.”

“It’s getting cold,” I held her out where I could look into her almond eyes. “You’re trembling. I’ve kept you out here for too long.”

She closed her eyes and I kissed her deeply. I felt her cold lips against my own like sweet salvation. It had taken far too long to finally reach that fiery kiss. It was like I had imagined. The kiss left me wanting more, however it was starting to snow harder.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go to that coffee shop across the street.”

She quickly found my hand, nodding and looking up at me with dazed eyes.

It was about halfway across the street when the car screeched around the corner. It was too fast. There was no time to really do anything. I shoved Stacy out of the way and—

SMASH

I was fading, my vision swiftly dimming. My body had been left in one piece but I was quickly dying. A crowd formed, Stacy was kneeling over me.

“Oh god, Ky,” I heard her say in a panicked voice. “Please don’t leave me here alone in the cold. I love you, I want you.”

I try to speak but it’s way too late.

“FUCK!” I scream. Scream? I stand up suddenly and easily. I look down at my feet; I am standing in my own dead body. The snow is falling harder now, Stacy is crying. I look down at my hand. Oh yeah, I’m a spirit alright.

“FUCK THIS!” the frustration was astonishing. I stomped my ethereal foot. “Now there’s no way I’m going to get play from this dumb broad!” Boy, dying sure is a mood killer.

Anyways, I’m Ky. I’m a ghost. This is my story…