FROM MY NOVEL
She had not taken her uncle's advice and refused to sell her ring. Her uncle was no longer alive, but his words came into Nare's ears, ''Nare, sell your ring. You could spend the money on food and other necessary things.''
Nare heard her uncle's voice from her past. She looked at her ring again. The tiny diamond, that used to be a sad star, caught John's eyes with the light of his memories.
He stared at Nare and said, ''Ghost...ghost...ghost... again!''
His voice sounded like mad laughter. Nare got scared. She told John that she was not a ghost. She could not understand why John thought her to be a ghost. She began to put John's mental health in doubt, and a few drips of dew covered her eyelashes. John still failed to believe in his own eyes and ears, as he met a ghost many years ago. He had always felt Nare's presence in his solitude. He had begged his destiny to give him a chance to get rid of Nare's ghostly presence, which never stopped chasing him, and he had been unable to love anyone else to be happy. John thought that Nare had always buried his happiness by both her absence and ghostly presence.
Suddenly John said to Nare, ''What is true, existence or nonexistence, or both are true?''
Nare stepped even much closer to John and took his shady glasses out of his eyes.
''John, I love the blue sky of your eyes,” she said. “I spend most of my time in the sky.