𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐲
❝persnickety. that sounds about right.❞
Nicole Murillo was the type of girl to fuss at everything. She would proclaim her life was over at the littlest inconvenience, she'd get angry at someone for breathing too loud, she'd ge...
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persnickety⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ | ! CHAPTER SEVEN !
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However often she'd performed this trick with her father, Nick always took a few tries when it came to getting past leaving her own body. She'd rub her hands together, begin the chant, and stop herself midway out of pure anxiousness. After around the third time, she'd muster up all of her courage and let the feeling of absence take over.
Now, laying backside on the couch, Nick felt her entire body go limp as she whispered the end of the chant and let the effects take over. Much like anyone else, without a 'spirit' to inhabit her body, it would simply collapse. They'd learned that the hard way when a few years back, she'd gotten a concussion from taking a tumble down the stairs.
As the cold depths of the Other Side echoed many desperate cries for help from countless lost souls, Nick followed her objective. She grounded herself, keeping in her spirit form as she listened to her father's instructions.
"Remember, don't let the concentration overwhelm you."
Nick huffed irritated. "You're gonna overwhelm me in a second." She whispered, forgetting her father couldn't hear her. Good thing. She dusted her clammy palms onto her sweatpants, breathing in deeply. Where?
Concentrating hard enough, Nick squeezed her eyes shut and began to feel her surroundings change again. She wasn't at home anymore. She was standing outside of the grill, a crowd of people swarming around the area as they usually did. "Paradise on earth." She muttered to herself, spinning around to look at the town square. She would've been able to if it weren't for the douchebag standing two inches behind her and staring—
He was staring. Directly at her.
He mirrored her sour facial expression, screwing his brows and quirking his top lip. He watched her back away cautiously, crossing her arms before she did a once-over of him. She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, then pinched herself.
"I know you."
"I know you." The response caught her off guard. She scrunched her brows even further, the man copying as she did so.
