Amity felt herself stir and kept her eyes closed, chasing the remnants of the night terrors away.
What an awful dream.
Good morning.
She opened her eye a crack, and saw the translucent figure from her nightmares floating nearby. Panic clawed up her throat, threatening to choke her as the memories came back clearer. Amity sat bolt upright and let out a tiny groan of pain and realization.
"I thought you were just a bad dream."
Sorry to disappoint.
Amity opened her eyes, greys of the morning light contrasting with the colorful, however muted clothes of the ghost. A frown made its way to her lips. She looked at her hands, blinking several times when they remained a pale, grey-ish color. Looking up again, the ghost of Luz remained colorful and certainly not grey.
The fingers were back, wrapping around her throat, cutting off her air and causing her to choke.
"Why can't I see colors? I can't see colors. "
Part of the curse.
"You- this is beyond cruel. Why can't I see any colors besides you ?
If it makes you feel any better, I can't see any colors besides yourself.
You didn't say anything about it last night.
"It was pitch black outside! And I had more pressing problems, if you didn't notice."
Her arms and legs had twisted themselves into an elaborate knot, unlikely to be undone any time soon. A grimace seemed permanently carved onto her face.
What'd you like me to do about it?
"Nothing."
Sighing heavily, she unwound her limbs and clambered off the bed, smoothing her jacket down as she made her way to the bathroom. God, she was filthy from having spent the better part of her evening sobbing and rolling around on the forest floor.
Amity stripped off her jacket and started to remove her shirt when Luz's ghostly face appeared in the doorframe. Blushing furiously, she kicked the door shut and tugged her shirt back down.
"Do they not have the concept of personal space wherever you come from?"
I didn't know you were changing. Sorry.
Amity thought she caught a note of embarrassment in her flat tone. Letting out a deep breath, she tugged the rest of her clothes off and quickly stepped into the shower, hoping to avoid any more ghostly surprises.
The moment the hot water hit her back, all the muscles in her body relaxed. It was at that moment Amity realized just how exhausted she was.
She lingered a bit longer than she usually would, letting the hot water wash away the pain from the previous evening. When Amity stepped out of the shower, she felt just a little bit more sane.
After pulling on some clean clothes, she stepped out of the bathroom and found Luz staring out her window, a sad expression on her face. Hearing the door close, the ghost turned away from the window and faced Amity.
You have a beautiful view from your room.
".....Thank you."
She almost asked something, but bit her tongue and grabbed a clean cowl from her closet. A nice, muted gray.
