Horror And Mystery Stories
Magis Garden

The girl is still there. Sitting in the corner of the room while hugging her knees, tears still faithfully wet her beautiful face, although many times it was wiped roughly, the clear liquid was still unscathed to flow from the corner of her eyes. He sighed softly, then walked straight towards the study table located not far from where he sat. Her tiny hands began to frantically scrape the contents of the drawer, hoping to find something she desperately needed right now.

His hands stretched out touching the heart-shaped music box from inside the drawer, slowly retrieving the music box and carrying it sitting in the corner of the room. His hands began to be busy tracing each inch of the music box, it was dark blue with a slight blend of silver. Initial “ID” which means Beautiful & Devan, etched on one side.

Playing the key that was stuck in the music box was slowly released, Beethoven's instrument, Violin Romance 2 flowed to fill every corner of the room. Slowly his eyes began to close, lulled in the beautiful tone of the music box. His eyes closed so tightly that he did not realize that the lights of his room were like someone was playing, a little dead, then alive again, and dead again, then alive again, then alive again, once it keeps repeating until quite a long time.Suddenly the lamp is off, there are no signs it will live again in the near future. He felt someone gently caressing the top of his head, as if giving peace to his chaotic soul.

“Indah.”

The girl opened her eyes slowly, her eyes staring fiercely at all corners of the place in search of someone who had just mentioned her name. He was in a place, with grass that spread like a green carpet in each corner of his eyes looking, on some sides there was a bunch of white roses very beautiful, he smiled a little. Then he looked up slightly, looking at the sky that was starting to become reddish in color.

“Beautiful, do you want to come with me or sit there watching dusk?” whispered someone right in front of his ear. Lovely turned to the source of the voice and found a handsome man with dimples on both cheeks smiling at him.

“Entahlah Devan, I was afraid to cross my line.” said Indah with a sad look.

“I love you, I won't make you cross your line,” persuade Devan still with a sweet smile on his lips. Beautiful Devan's eyes before finally turning his eyes and nodding faintly. He knew very well what Devan was thinking despite just staring into his eyes at a glance.

“I saw you cry, why?” devan asked as they walked through the green carpet.

“I'm sure you saw what happened to me before that, don't pretend you don't know Devan, I know you're there, you little ghost nguping.” Indah replied as she chuckled softly.

“I did see, but I just want to hear it from you, and stop calling me a ghost, because I'm not a ghost.” threatened Devan with a voice that was creepy.

“Then what? spirit or spirit?” goda Indah successfully made Devan to be upset.

Suddenly Indah stopped her steps, she felt pain crashing all over her body. He crouched down while screaming in pain, his body was like being showered with thousands of fiery arrows, so hot and painful. Devan just looked at Indah with nanar, what a scream of pain Beautiful so heart-wrenching. He wanted to get up and help Beautiful, but he couldn't. He had to suppress his pain if he wanted his goal to succeed. But suddenly there was a radiant light encircling Indah's body, bringing her to disappear from before Devan.

Beautifully blinked her eyes many times, trying to adjust her eyes to the light of her room lamp. He looked at the clock on the nightstand, half three in the morning. He hissed as he felt the pain in his left arm. There was a wound there, deep enough and almost touching his veins. Her blood is flowing coloring her pink bar night dress. He took the P3K from inside the drawer and began to treat the wound before finally wrapping it with plaster.

A shadow appeared in front of Beautiful, a little faint then the longer it became clearer.

“But why?, I promise I will keep you from crossing the line again.” said the shadow that turns out to be Devan while staring softly at Indah.

“Omomg empty Devan, you want to kill me, admit it, I'm not that stupid. You remember right?, other people's eyes are like books to me.” said Beautiful with great emphasis.

“I did it because I love you.” Devan replied with his head bowed.

“Fuck with love, you want to kill me. You always make me cross my line, think my body is incapable and end up dying, right?!” exquisitely shouted, visible clear membranes lining her eyes, waiting for her turn to drip.

“You do not understand Beautiful, how painful it is to be near you, to look at you, to talk to you without the slightest bit of being able to feel the warmth of your body.”

“But not necessarily by killing me, you know I have to stay alive to prove to those who censure me that I am capable.” exclaimed Beautifully frustrated, her tears have successfully soaked her beautiful face, again.

“I don't know any other way.” bela Devan. Lovely wiped her tears violently, then looked at Devan sharply.

“Listen to me crazy ghost. From this moment on, never try to appear before me let alone approach me, because I hate you so much.”

“Indah...” whispered Devan with a vibrating voice.

“You know Devan, I hate being an indigo girl, it all makes me feel different from the rest, even though with these advantages I can see you. I'd rather cry for months than die in your hands to be with you, I love you, but that love may be covered with hate.” said Indah, there was not a single drop of emotion in his sentence, all pure from within his heart.

“I'll do it Beautiful.” whispered Devan. His outstretched hand touched the black watch on the nightstand before his body finally faded and disappeared.

Beautifully walking gontai towards the nightstand, his legs still hurt, probably because he exceeded his limit too far earlier. His outstretched hand took the black watch from the nightstand, it was almost never used. Only she was displayed in her room, which was actually more like a dollhouse than a room. He held the watch until his knuckle turned white. He knows Devan's not really gone, he's still here.

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