Hushed Willows Let go of the moment that life makes you hold

the ghost boy starts to walk away. frustrated, atwood remains rooted to the spot, quick, babyish calculations flashing in his head -- if he tries to follow the ghost, aeliana will surely snap him up. but he certainly isn't going to go back willingly. "m'not missing, m'right here," he insists, crouching down to firmly plant himself. "he said ghost!" he adds, because what sense does that make, that ghosts aren't physical. how else would we know they exist?