Metanoia

𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳

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❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞

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          Blinking your eyes open, you sighed as you were met with the same dream you've been having over the past few days. The green murky water still disturbed you as you continued to walk across it, trying to keep an eye out for a certain ghost. While you did so, your mind began to wonder, you knew why you were here, but you aren't sure if Morro knew. The first time you had told him, he shoved you aside and dismissed you, you could only hope you were able to give him a good parting.

Pausing your walking, your feet stopped tramping on the water as you started to listen intently, a new sound flooding your ears. It was the sound of silent crying, and the sound of someone shifting uncomfortably. Was that Morro, and if so, why was he crying?

Turning around with a knew mission, you started to walk over to the sound of the crying, ignoring the flakes of water that you kicked up. Pausing in your step, you saw two ghosts in front of you, one was the familiar face of Morro and the other one you didn't know. The one you were unfamiliar with was the one that was sobbing, its knees dangerously close to the water as it held its head. Morro stood to the side of them, his arms crossed, and a look of disgust and uncomfortableness written on his face.

Slowly, you walked over and caught the attention of Morro, his head whipping around to see you, a rush of relief flowing through him. "Never thought I'd say this, but thank god you're here. Took you long enough!" Morro scoffed as he flew over towards you, roughly shoving you into his side as he pointed to the ghost up head. "This buffoon won't stop wailing, it's so annoying! How did he even get in here in the first place? I thought it was supposed to be just me and you." And with that, he shoved you forward and crossed his arms once again, a huff coming out of his nose as he stared you down.

You looked at Morro with confusion written on your face before he gestured towards the ghost with an annoyed look. "You... you want me to get rid of them?" You asked Morro, watching as he scoffed and nodded his head, relaxing more into the air. "Fine, but you owe me." You muttered after pointing an accusing finger at the ghost, watching as he just raised his hands in defense and muttered a compliance.

Turning around and away from Morro, you slowly walked up to the wailing ghost, their face in their hands, tears burning them. "Hey, are you lost?" You whispered to the being, losing weight in your hand and placing it on their back, startling the ghost. "It's alright, I'm going to help you! I just need to know where you're going." You assured the ghost once more, watching as they started to cry once more, their tears burning their green skin.

The ghost in front of you couldn't have been older than twenty, there was not a single wrinkle on their saddened face. "I... I want to go home; I want to see my mom again!" They sobbed as your now ghostly hands grabbed their shoulders, trying to bring them reassurance. "But I know I can't go back, so now I don't know! I just want to go away, anywhere but here, please." They started to beg you, trying to reach up and grasp your shoulders in a similar way that you were.

You allowed them too, most of your upper body a green color as you nodded your head with a knowing smile. "Of course, I can send you on your way. But you need to trust me, okay?" The ghost only sobbed once more and started to beg for you to send them on their way. You smiled and reached your hand up to press against the ghost's chest, their sobbing halting for a moment.

Morro furrowed his brows as he watched you do what you needed to, a soft glow admitting from your palm as the spirit slowly started to relax in your hold. The whole time, though, your face never lifted into a reassuring smile as you did so, a hard look on your face. It was never easy separating a being's soul from its body, as the barer often wanted to stay in their current state, not accepting change.