Forbidden Ghosts

V

*Edited*

For the next week Warren and Braylee somewhat got along, although there was one thing straining their relationship. Braylee started finding things around her cabin broken once again, of course she accused Warren as he was the only other resident, but he denied it.

Braylee felt slightly on edge as she once again found a smashed pot outside just a few hours ago. She was currently at her and Willow's favorite coffee shop and Willow had been talking about more of the family history when Braylee noticed a figure on the street staring right at her.

He was tall and skinny, his eyes set into a hard glare. Braylee felt her mouth go dry, he looked so similar to Warren it startled the young woman. They shared the same dark hair and had a similar facial structure.

"Braylee? Is everything okay?" Willow's voice snapped her out of her trance. Braylee looked over to Willow and nodded. Her eyes drifted back to the street and the figure was gone.

"Did Warren and Elizabeth have another sibling?" Braylee asked after a moment of silence, her eyes moving back to Willow, who was frowning.

"Why do you ask?" She asked, and Braylee simply shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't think of a good excuse, so instead of lying she told the truth.

"I saw someone out on the street, he looked exactly like Warren. I'm probably seeing things," she mumbled, and took a sip of her coffee.

"You're not seeing things. They did have a sibling, one they don't know about. Their father never told their mother nor them this. The only reason why I know this is because I found the record in the attic a few months ago," she explained, "he was murdered not long after Warren died. Apparently he hasn't passed on yet, something is keeping him here." 

Braylee nodded her head and took a small sip of her coffee and leaned back into her chair. Her thoughts consumed her for a few more minutes before Willow spoke.

"Do you remember that overnight hangout I mentioned we should have? We should do that next week!" Willow smiled and Braylee nodded, smiling back. 

"I've got nothing going on," she laughed a bit and they both agreed to meet at the coffee shop and then they would drive over to Willow's apartment. The pair bid each other goodbyes and Braylee started her drive back to the cabin.

When she arrived the sun was setting and she noticed Warren was sitting on the porch, his head in his hands as he stared at the sunset.

When she neared him, he spoke, "I like to think of sunsets as my parents telling me they're okay and happy wherever they are."

Braylee sat beside him and sent him a sad smile, "You'll be able to see them again," she said and he nodded his head then looked over at her. His eyes roamed her face before they settled on her lips. Braylee bit her bottom lip and looked away, up at the sunset.

"I like to think it's my sister telling me she's okay," Braylee whispered and saw Warren frown slightly at her and turned his head back to the sunset.

"When did she pass?" He asked quietly. Braylee felt her heart lurch slightly at his question, she hadn't talked about her sister in weeks.

"Just two months ago. Car crash, was a hit and run, they still haven't found the guy," she gulped down the tears, she didn't want to cry, she had to be stronger than this.

Warren was silent, but then after a few beats he reached his arm around her and tugged her into his side. Braylee rested her head on his shoulder, while he set his head on hers. Together they watched the sunset, blissfully unaware of the presence watching them from behind.