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sunny-bab:

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A ghost who photobombs people’s pictures wishes for someone to one day think he is beautiful instead of feeling afraid upon seeing him in their photos 

Flash!

Another picture taken. He hovers anxiously as a teenage girl around the age of 17 shakes the polaroid picture, her groupies huddling nearby, all clamoring to get a look.

He’s done this a million times before. He isn’t sure what he expects to go differently now. In fact, he doesn’t know why this little flicker of hope still remains, after being fixed with so many dampeners. Still, this flicker has no care for what he knows, and carries on, burning dimly.

The girls giggle and laugh, a half a dozen hands pointing to their faces to provide critique. Suddenly, one girl notices something off. In the top right corner of their photo is a translucent-looking shape in the vague form of a human body, only it’s hovering a little too far above the ground to be so. That’s him. She points at him, and her friends’ chatter ceases. “Where’d this guy come from?”

The girls chime in with many different responses, some a bit spooked and others fascinated. But the one that makes his day is the loudest and seemingly most uncommon of the responses:

“Well, I think he looks kinda cute. I hope he’d come back over and take another picture with us.”

That candle-flame-sized pinprick of hope leaps, jumping up and engulfing his chest, warming his heart and making him blush.

Never in the afterlife has he ever heard someone say that before. And before now, he hadn’t known that was what he was hoping to hear. But it wouldn’t be getting old any time soon.

When the girls finally leave, he travels along with them, having nothing to lose and all the more love to gain from his new friend.

Awh I’m so happy for him!