to be stopped. soul was so light, much lighter than her other… her what you can call “brother” … what you can call ghost.
soul always hated that they were mistaken for each other, her and her “brother”. their person never knew them fully, sure he stared at the mirror many times, before dates, after long days and sometimes just to appreciate his body. he saw ghost more than he saw her… and she felt left out most of the time. although; come night time she journeyed as far as she could without breaking the golden thread. oh, how she hated that golden thread. the big voice always reminded her of 