The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 32-

Do americans have tomatoes?

-Mari

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And so here you were both of the high school secret lovers. One faked her death, and the poor guy believed it, until he saw her ghost walking around the same pizzeria she died in.

He could have sworn that it was just a hallucination, but that surely couldn't be the case for his own body.

30 years ago a ghost started talking to him, saying that he could help his dead lover, but he could have never believed that 'help' meant 'not being able to age for decades'.

Then there's the dead girl, who's not so dead now, at least on the outside of course.

She spent all of those years with the hope that everyone that she loved in her life could live happily, grow old together with their favorite person. It wasn't the case for one of her favorite people.

"... [Name]." He entered the room, but you were too shaken up to notice that he wasn't as surprised as the first time he called your name. He was more determined, or mad.

You couldn't help but just watch him get closer, until you stepped back before he could grab you by the shoulders. Destroyed was probably the best world to describe how you were feeling.

"Why are you here? And I do not mean here in the building, I mean why didn't you leave after my funeral?" You asked him, determined to know why nothing was going to plan.

He looked at you surprised. "Why did you even think about that?! Aren't you going to ask why am I like this?" He said, pointing at his whole body, not seeming to have aged a bit.

"Don't you even think about responding to me with another question. Whaever happened wouldn't have happened if you left the city! So why didn't you do that?" You yelled.

"You're seriously asking me that?! I just found out that you're alive after all these years. Don't you know how happy and angry I am at the same time? If you're asking me why I didn't leave the city, I should ask you why you did this!"

"I've been trying to end things, but step after step my plan collapsed and now I have to redo everything from zero in hope that it will work this time." You sighed, starting to walk around the room to calm down.

"Alright, I have to calm down... You're confused, of course. You found yourself aging slower than people and I'm here in front of you not dead anymore. I can explain, but it will take a lot of time, and I don't think we can do this in so little time."

"I mean, don't we have to work together here? Are you running out of time for something?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"Well, I can explain it to you, or you can also grow normally again, not having to wait ten years to age only one." A laugh escaped from his mouth. "What? I'm serious."

"Sorry, it's just funny that you ask me this after, you know, I was destroyed for months after your death, I mean fake death."

"Then I guess we can start here." Invited him to sit in the chair, while you sat on the table in front of him. "By saying that my death wasn't fake, I just didn't tell anybody except for a few people that I was... revived." Even if you decided to start explaining the situation instead of yelling at each other, you were hesitant at the thought that he could believe you at first try.

And like you predicted, he looked conflicted. "Alright, you already lost me there, but please continue, I have so many questions and your story looks like something from a fantasy movie."

"I know I know, just..." You looked around frantically, until you found an empty post it note. "This sure gives me a dejavù," you said, before cutting yourself between the fingers.