Death is never The End // Thomas Sharpe X Reader.

5: Talking and Sharing.

I sat down on the bed, wearing my gloves, as Thomas tried to leave. I needed to speak to him. What I heard from Lucille was eating me up alive. No matter how afraid I was, I had to ask him, I deserve to know the truth.

"Thomas? Would you sit with me for a while?" I asked with hesitation in my voice. I tried to sound like I was telling him to, rather than asking.

"Sure." He gave a short smile and looked down. Sitting next to me on the bed, he raised his eyebrows. Wrinkles lining his forehead.

"About before.... " I began.

"It's true."

I felt a rush of emotions flow through me. Nervousness began to take over. It's true? He loves me? We hardly know each other.

"You're beautiful, smart, talented and absolutely amazing. And whatever Lucille said was true."

I was completely taken aback. He just gave me a whole lot of praises that no one that ever said. But I was a bit unsure why he didn't just say it- the three words.

"Darling?"

"Oh right. I'm sorry. I'm just a little overwhelmed." I chuckled with staggered laughs. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a goat.

He turned to face me, "It's okay, I understand. We've only known each other a month."

"A month?" What was he talking about? It's barely been three days.

"Thats right. Time usually works different for us." He scrunched his face like he said something he shouldn't have.

"Different?" I asked but he quickly changed the topic.

"Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" He pushed himself back till his back was resting the headboard. He folded his hands on his lap, while crossed his legs.

I did the same thing that he did, resting my back, "I had a great job as an interior designer before I..."

He looked at me with a curious eyes and I couldn't hold back. "When I was eighteen, I was stabbed, by my brother." I moved the sweater at the side revealing the stab wound at my hip. It was just like the wound on Thomas' face which had blood swirling around it. "He thought I was the one who destroyed his expensive shoes. He pierced me with his pocket knife, which was longer than it was supposed to be. At least four inches in." I sighed. "It was after that incident that I got this gift."

He moved closer and examined the wound. His fingers traced it, causing goosebumps to arise on my skin.

"I can free ghosts, relieve them of their misery of being trapped on earth."

I realised that this was what I saw, this was the future that the past had showed me- Thomas beside me. I was confused, shocked but that was not what I wanted to think about right now.

"What about you? You know that ghosts exist in this place, yet you live here among them. Why?" I asked but was a bit unsure whether he would open up.

He looked straight into my eyes and I thought this was a mistake.

"Why don't you find out?"

He took my hand in his, taking out the glove. I had no idea what was going on. I could only read ghosts and not humans. Even though I thought it wouldn't work, I didn't want to do this. It felt so intimate. I pulled my hand from him putting the glove back on. He went back to feeling my wound.

While Thomas looked down, I couldn't stop admiring how perfect he looked in the evening light. Some parts of his face highlighted with the sunlight of the setting sun, orange with a mix of purple. His gorgeous baby blues, sparking with curiosity as his hand slowly slid up my sweater. I remembered that I was still naked under there, but didn't stop him. I didn't want to.

I placed my covered fingers on his face as his hand made it's way to my back. Though I was pulling him close, I hesitated to make the next move.

We shifted in bed till I was just next to him. One of his hands on my hip while the other grazing my lip. Our toes played with each other's. I brushed my hand through his dark raven hair, which reached till his shoulders.

I didn't know what was happening, but I wanted it to. He leaned in giving my lips a soft kiss, as if he was asking for permission. Smiling, I kissed him back, the same way that he did. But I couldn't pull away, he sucked my lower lip, keeping me frozen in position. He kissed me with such passion, his lips soft on mine, like he hadn't done it since years, like there was no one else, like I was his.....I was his release.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM." I heard Lucille's voice causing me to move away and turn back. But again there was no one there.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked." Thomas began apologizing and getting off the bed.

"I just couldn't hold back anymore. You're just irresistible."

I was a little thrown back by his words, 'irresistible?' "No its me, I'm not feeling quite well." I said. I couldn't tell him the truth.

"Yeah. I'll be outside if you need anything."

Saying that he left.

I found a long white gown in one of the wardrobes. It was soft as silk and extremely comfortable. Slipping it on, I hugged myself and took in the flowery as well as dusty smell of the dress. Thinking about the 'taking and sharing session' that Tomas and I had, I twirled around in the dress, being as happy as a six year old who met a woman dressed as a princess, thinking she was real.

"Holy..... " I stopped in my tracks when I saw another ghost in front of me. I was getting tired of jump scares a this point. I can sense them before they can even see me.

"Margret." I said looking straight at her. She flinched back at my knowledge of her. And soon disappeared into the corridor. I ran behind her, till we reached an elevator shaft and I caught a glimpse of her getting into it and going to a lower floor.

I whined and found the stairs. Going to the level where I heard the lift stop. It was the basement. The place was nasty.

Red clay filled half of the entire place. Like I saw earlier, the house was sinking into the clay. It was slowly dissolving it.

Checking for any sign of a ghost, I saw a body emerge from the clay. Calling myself stupid for doing this, I went into the mushy clay taking off my gloves. I reached out to Margret, but didn't see her past this time. Just replaced all her worst memories with good ones till she felt relief. She turned pale and I let go of her, like she let go of her past. She had been watching me, since the day I steeped into the house, she knew what I was doing and the poor woman just wanted to leave.

I turned back to come out of the mess, my clothes and body stained red till my chest.

But I felt something pulling me down, gripping tight on my leg.

God! I knew this was stupid.