❝ When a ghost falls in love with the living, he'll start believing his heart has awoken. ❞
❝ When a medium wants to close her eyes to the dead, she'll realize being normal is harder than it seems. ❞
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TO understand the dead meant you had to know what it felt like to be stuffed inside a coffin.
And Antoinette felt as though the walls of this house was her own demise.
She refused to go back down to the basement. After what transpired, she avoided the path that led to the door, pretending it led to some cavern filled with the worst sickness. Whispers escalated when she dared to even take a single step near; echoing songs from days long since passed that were tinged with the threatening melody of pulling her under. Her sister had honored her refusal to not go near the basement, entertaining the elder when she would talk about the ghostly faces that watched the Ouija session. She knew her younger sister didn't believe her but she allowed the therapy meetings out of the goodness in her heart. It was always like that. Antoinette would let fear reign her soul and Gabbie would be there to loosen the tethers.
As for Tate, he still came around.
Antoinette held nothing against him. While she didn't believe neither him nor her sister about how they hadn't witnessed anything, ever since the incident, he remained cordial and didn't mention any kind of dark games. She found him entertaining, but even so, she remained quiet when they invited her to late night music debates that would go on until the witching hour struck the clocks. He was charming and found humor in almost everything which seemed almost impossible. He made Gabbie smile, made her laugh and that was what kept Antoinette open to being around him. Never once did her parents suspect a boy in their home, but even if they discovered Tate, Antoinette felt the boy could wiggle his way out of any situation.
Even now, as she stared at him while he flipped through Gabbie's CD binder, she wondered about the past he seemed so keen on keeping on the down low. The fights her sister had mentioned didn't seem to go right with how calm he appeared.
"What school do you go to?" She asked, perched against the far wall with a copy of The Secret Garden propped against her raised knees.
Tate shrugged, scrunching his nose at a few of the options in the binder he held. "Got kicked out. Now, I just study from home, I guess."
