At their school she had a poor reputation: a girl who “went” with men, and of course, he could not care less, what he felt was her kindness, the softness of her lips, the smile he wanted to drown into…
Later, much later, he looked for her, without realising it, he was now a writer, and this masterpiece needed a hero – so he reinvented her, and, kindly, she reappeared, transformed, the lover of his youth.
Like Pygmalion, he fell again for her, and this time, she would not let go.
At first he was surprised, charmed, expecting, and called her by the name he remembered, the name of their childhood.
And now he was enslaved, fallen back in time, the prisoner of his beloved ghost.