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I'm not going to post the entire thing on here, that would be troublesome. Instead I'll give you Part 1 of Chapter 1. If you like it the rest is in the ever handy journal of mine.

Price of Miracles- Tsuyuki Hitori: Part 1
Part 1: Thoughts of Lonely Snow

To be half a person... not truly alive, just a ghost... That is what I am... All because of her... Because she wanted to defy death... All because of her I can never be alive... I will forever be a ghost... Made to suffer eternally so that she may live. Never to be free... Never to be alive...

I stare out of the windows of this room in Lendess Hospital's east wing, as I watch the falling snow. Flakes falling in the shadows of night. So numerous, and each is unique. Yet in the end all of them are inconsequential... useless... unimportant in the grand scheme of time. This is how all things are. This is how I am as well... I am a single flake of snow flowing where i wish in the shadow of night. A thought strikes me. Snow cannot flow into buildings. I walk to the window and stretch out a hand. It is pale, the color of snow, yet not. The hand grasps the windows frame, and I follow the frame. I look into the glass and a girl i know very well stares back. Even though the color does not show i know that those emotionless, expressionless eyes are brown. I know her short hair is a dull blue, nearly grey. Her coat is this color as well. A square patch covers on eye... This is me... But of course it's me... A unique, yet indifferent, snowflake following the destiny time has set for me. I throw open the window, and as the cool air sets in I smile. The snow blows all around me covering the room in powder.
"You have fulfilled your destiny..." I say. "Now you can do as you wish... I truly envy you." A tear runs down my cheek. I, too, wish I could be free.

What is it that holds me here? Ghosts are bound to the mortal world by either unfinished tasks, or pure will alone... So why am I here? Could it be that I am really bound here by my will? I don't remember ever leaving anything left undone...
"Why am I here?" I call out with a wavering voice filled with doubt. The cold winter air and swiftly falling snow are all that answered. A smile appears on the face reflected in the window glass. It's as false as saying the sky is pink.
"That's right... I'm alone on this aren't I?" I say to no one and nothing in particular. Only an empty room and endless snow answered.