"So let me get this straight", Klaus started. "Dad also made you do.. em... ghosty thingies when we were kids, is that right?"
"Well, yeah..." I answered.
"And now you can hear Ben, but not see him?" he continued.
"Yeah....?" I answered.
"Could you see ghosts when you were kids?" he asked.
"Yeah, when I sang. But after that one time, I always sang another song so they stopped reappearing", I explained.
"Can you do that for me?", he asked hopefully.
"No, sorry. I can only do that on me," I said.
"Try singing that song now. Maybe you could be able to see him," Klaus encouraged.
Eh. Worth a shot.
Fog in the mirror, a ghost of yourself
You lost your voice when you asked for help
You wanna run with nowhere to go
Guess I should do better at letting you know
Don't waste time on your demons
Find that space you can breathe in
Not too long till it's over
Rest your head on my shoulder
When we're broken and blinded
We all need someone to guide us home
Klaus gave me a thumbs up.
You don't see what I see
Beautiful in front of me
You can hide in the dark, but the light you keep
You don't see what I see
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
Mist clouded the back alley
Too busy thinking bout everyone else
You're just a stranger inside of yourself
All of the silence weighing you down
I'll be the voice, I'll scream and I'll shout out
Don't waste time on your demons
Find that space you can breathe in
Not too long till it's over
Rest your head on my shoulder
When we're broken and blinded
We all need someone to guide us home
You don't see what I see
Beautiful in front of me
You can hide in the dark, but the light you keep
You don't see what I see
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
An outline of a person slowly appeared.
You don't see what I see
Beautiful in front of me
You can hide in the dark, but the light you keep
You don't see what I see
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
Holy crap. It was him.
"Ben?" my voice was shaky.
"Y/N. Hey," he said, his voice soft.
"Klaus, you're seeing this too, right?" I said pushing his shoulder lightly, falling down into the dumpster by accident. I groaned.
"Yes, sister dear, I see you lying in a pile of trash, marveling about how you're seeing your boyfriend," he said, diving back into the pile. He looked up, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You know there are easier ways out of the house?" he asked. I turned around to see Five climbing down a ladder, a duffel bag on his shoulders.
"Yeah, but this way required the least talking. Or so I thought." he walked over to a van and opened the door.
"Hey, hey, so uh... if you need any more company, I could, uh, clear my schedule," he offered to Five.
"Looks like you got your hands full. Hanging out with Y/N in the trash," he said, looking at us suspiciously. I scoffed.
"No, no, I could do this whenever--," Klaus was cut short by falling backwards into the dumpster. He climbed back up, with a half-eaten bagel in his hand.
"I just misplace something that's all--Oh! Found it! Thank God!" he said, taking a bite out of it. I retched in disgust.
"Delicious," he gagged.
"I'm done funding your drug habits, Klaus, see you later," and with that, Five, that little shit, climbed into the van. Klaus spat it out, groaning.
"That must've taken you a lot of guts," I said, looking back at him.
"It did," he mumbled.
"So, Ben," I said, turning around him, smiling. "How long you been around?"
"Since the funeral, when Klaus summoned me," he explained.
"I might be regretting some of my life choices, like bringing you back," Klaus mumbled, before throwing a piece of cardboard at Ben. But it just went right through him.
"Too bad. Now I'm your ghost bitch."
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The Symphony
ActionY/N Hargreeves, also known as Number Eight, returned to her home for her father's funeral. But what happens when Number Five returns and bring them news of an apocalypse? What will happen when she finds out she has the power to see her long lost lov...
