The more I thought about it, the more I believe that watching over my family would be most responsible thing to do right now. Unfortunately, the plan was not as clear as the goal, since I didn't know how I could 'watch' over them without constant intrusion into their daily lives. Obviously, I couldn't just possess one of my family members, but I would like to be someone who could get as close to them as possible without being awkward. Perhaps a family friend...
Deep in thought, I didn't realize that I had wandered back to the scene of the accident. Glancing at the spot where my life took a cruel turn, I briefly peered at the contorted line pole where my body went limp after contact. My body, blood, and general debris were no longer there. It was a harrowing reminder that a person is but one little speck on this world; people who were close to the victim would need more time to grieve, but those who were not would seemingly move on with their lives, much like the numerous pedestrians currently walking in this city block, meandering around the crime scene outlined by barrier tape like it was a mere construction repair site.
Shaking my head vehemently to rid myself of the depressing thought, I chided myself for returning back to the crime scene. My focuses should be on helping my family grieve and learning more about my current ethereal state.
Just as I was about to leave, I thought I saw a suspicious person standing close to the accident scene, staring intently into it. Turning back, my eyes laid upon a beautiful woman whose hair shimmered in the same color as the bright red evening sky. Along with her light brown eyes and pearl like skin, she might be one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. However, her bright charm stood in stark contrast to her serious demeanor and attire. Clad mostly in a black suit, she reminded me of one of those secret agents from a drama about military and espionage. Could she be involved with the accident? Is a secret organization coming after me? I felt myself shivering figuratively at the thought of being targeted.
I focused on calming myself down, convincing myself that I am overthinking this. Perhaps I should leave to keep myself from making any further speculations and find a suitable target to use to watch my family. But then as a ghost, I can't...get hurt, can I? Even if I was targeted, what could they really do to me when I have the power of possession in my grasp? Maybe one more glimpse at the woman in question won't be bad?
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