(Photo above what William ghost look like basically) (yeah my art- sucks) (or imagine him how you want)
Returning home was relieving, but it was like a wave exhaustion punched you in the face immediately.
You felt your ghost follow you around. He was clinging to you like a little kid that had lost his favorite toy. Complaining about how that boy had gotten "to close".
It was honestly enervating. "William please...I'm tired.." you said blurring your words together.
He stop in his tracks looking at your messy state, he sighed. He knew you couldn't see him but he looked truly sorry. "I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean to blabber..."
You caught something, his voice it sounded clear "William is it just me or does your voice sound clearer..." your words still slurred.
He caught that too, he grabbed you and carried you to your room. "William..." you said in a dazed voice "you look really nice.." you smiled leaning into his chest.
"You...you can see me.." he laid you on your bed and quickly ran too a reflection of any kind.
He looked sort of transparent, he looked like himself but his eyes looked hollowed out with pinpricks. His body scared over and blood dripping upward.
This must being what being a ghost looks like, stuck at the age you died at. "Wow 40 didn't look good on me..."
His shadow of himself seemed to always be crying. Broken black tears streaming down his face, then fading away into nothingness.
He walked over to your now sleeping form and looked upon you. He wondered what else he could do when he was like this? He was usually confined to his metal prison, but his soul has latched on to you.
Does that mean he could do more with you in this form? Could he 'eat' in this form? How far could he push it?
To many questions, not many answers. It's something to dwell on later he supposed. He maneuvered himself to lay besides you without waking you. He wrapped his Arms around you body and tried his best fall asleep.
——4am (2hours later)——
A shuffle awoke William, and he felt around and seemed to missing something key. He jolted up quickly searching around the room for you.
When he spotted the door open, he quickly went to look for you. He found you in the kitchen getting a glass of water, you looked drained and your eyes were wet and red.
He came up behind you "Was it another nightmare?" You looked behind yourself and nodded drowsily. "Yeah, at least it wasn't painful this time..."
He hugged you from behind, and kissed your neck softly. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
"Don't apologize for something you didn't do..." you turned around to go back to your room, only to be grabbed by William. "But I'm the reason she's torturing you..."
"I love you ok? I don't want you to come to hate me.." he was worried about losing you. but of course a cold blooded murderer who's had nothing but death surround him, finding love is something rare and new.
You held your hand up too his cheek, and he lend fondly into the touch. "I would never hate you William, come on let's go back to the room"
He grabs your hands, looking at you closely and worryingly. "Hope you keep too that..." he leans into your figure kissing you.
His lips feel cold, but of course he's a ghost. It makes you wonder how far this can go?
He swoops you up off the ground, mind lays you on the bed. "Can we try something?" You nod at him.
"Just a quick experiment...unless you you want to take it farther of course?~" he teases, making you blush.
He trails he slightly transparent hand up your waist, going under your shirt. "Can you feel that..?" He asks. You nod already feeling light as a feather by his touch.
"Are you ready..?"
——cliffhanger——
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