⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣴⡶⣶⣦⡀ The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄ Bathing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄ In the distance, a blue-green light flickers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇ A lone figure crosses its path - a silhouette obstructing the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣶⣯⣭⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ eerie glow.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ My heart pounds. The silhouette grows. Closer. Closer.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ I open my umbrella, casting a shadow to shield me from visibility.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣟⠉⠁⠀⠀⢹⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ But i am too late.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧ He steps into the streetlight. I gasp and drop my umbrella.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⢷⣤⣴⡾⣿⣿⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⣸⣿⡟⠀⡿⢿⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Time stops.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠉⠉⠟⠙⠀⣿⣿⡄⠀⠈⠹⠛⠉⠀⠈⡀ The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠤⢤⠤⣿⣿⡅⢀⠠⠄⠀⢀⡀⠀⡴⡀ against his outstretched arm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢣⡾⣿⣿⣷⡞⠀⢀⠂⠀⢃⣠⣧⢱The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⢷⡄⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⡄⠳⡀Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠋⠀⣦⢻⡄⠀⠠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡦⠀⢀⣠⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠙⡄Have you ever heard of a ghost feeling warmth before?
⠀⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠈⡆Giving up on understanding, I laugh.
⠀⠀⠀⡎⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠿⠿⢿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⢸ Understanding is overrated.
⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⣬⣿⣿⡿⠿⣇⢤⡄⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢻⡿⢿⣥⠀⠘⡄I touch his hand. The flickering stops.
⠀⠀⢸⠀⣼⣿⣿⠛⠀⢠⡑⣾⣟⣥⢄⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠈⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⡇Ghosts are blue-green. My heart is amber.
⠀⠀⣸⡟⣵⣿⣿⡆⠀⠘⣿⣟⠛⢋⠸⠸⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠳⣶
⠀⡴⢿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣾⣗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡜⢷⡀
⡜⠁⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢱
⠃⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀
⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⢤⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷
⢠⡟⣼⣿⠇⣿⢿⣿⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢐⣽⣿⣿⣿⢻⡇⢿⣿⠘⣇
⢸⠁⢻⣿⠀⢻⣸⣿⣷⡀⠀⣀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣀⠀⢀⣨⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣼⠃⢸⣿⠀⢹
⠸⠀⠘⣿⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠏⠀⢸⡟⠀⠸
⠀⠂⠀⠘⢆⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡔⠀⢀⠞
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿