GreenDishsoap

At first you found it quite nice when a mysterious stranger started leaving compliments to you on small pieces of paper. It began only with messages such as You're pretty. and Don't worry too much. and you found those usually on your desk, in your locker or in your books. You enjoyed these kind actions but you were really curious who might be giving them to you. But soon it was getting a bit scary. You found notes in your pockets, in your bag and among things you didn't like when strangers touched. Worst thing was that you never remembered anyone getting close or touching you, you had no idea how the notes appeared. It was annoying you but i

  "So I guess you're dead now, right?"  Silence.  "I miss you, you know. I miss hearing your voice."  Silence.  "You were so fun to be around, so full of life. Sometimes I wonder if this was all just a dream, and that you're still here."  Silence again. That's all it ever was, just silence at the grave on Emil's favorite viewing point. Every day he spent hours sitting next to her on that cliff, talking and staring blankly at the ocean. A fresh bundle of the flowers she had loved so much always sat on the grass under the gravestone, keeping her memory alive.  "I love you. Sorry I only got to say it once."  No response.  "Lukas says you