The Ghost of You

Chapter 6 - Cai's POV

A conversation that didn't even last 10 minutes had been replaying in my head the whole day. I couldn't stop repeating everything she said in my head. I even tried to see it from her point of view. It was lucky we didn't have a lesson together because I'd just want to speak to her again. I just wanted to know if she'd actually ask her father to buy the orphanage. I didn't know if I could trust her, but some of me wanted to.

"Cai" Isa called me. 

I looked up at my sister who had an annoyed look on her face. After school, I picked her up and took her to our favourite diner, Gino's. I planned to get her to speak about what happened the other night, however, my mind was so occupied with thoughts of Saahar that I couldn't do what I needed to do.

We had been at the diner for over an hour, our food had come, and we had eaten, yet I had said nothing to Isa.

"You okay? you seem distracted" she asked.

"Yeah, I just... just keep thinking about something" I answered, leaning back on the chair, "I'm okay". I turned to look out the window, letting my mind get lost again. As I thought about her, something else came to my mind.

"Isa" I called my sister, "You listen to a lot of music right". She arched her eyebrow confused by my question. I placed my arms on the table and leaned forward. "What song is this?".

I began to hum parts of the song that Saahar had sung a few days ago that I couldn't get out of my mind. She wouldn't tell me what song she was singing that day, but I was still determined to find the song she was singing the first time I heard her sing. Even though I couldn't remember the full song, I still hummed the parts I did remember.

However, it didn't sound like a complete song, nor did it sound as good as Saahar made it to be. Isa began to laugh at me.

"Please stop" she giggled, "You sound like you're constipated".

"I'm not messing around, help me out" I begged. She cocked her head to the side as she thought of what I could be singing.

"Well, first of all, never play guess the song" she teased. I took a leftover chip and threw it at her comedically. She moved to the side to avoid it before doing the same.

"I think I might know what noise you're making" she joked.

"Noise, really?" I scoffed.

"Yes, noise. But, I doubt it's right 'cause why would you of all people be listening to songs like that".

"What song is it?". She picked up her phone and began scrolling through it. When she got to Spotify, she placed it down on the table and began to play a song. As soon as I heard the first note I knew it was the right song.

"Funeral, Phoebe Bridgers" I read out. I picked up my phone and saved it on my Spotify.

"Why are you listening to Phoebe Bridgers?" she questioned, taking her phone back and turning it off.

"I'm not, I just heard someone singing it".

"You heard someone singing it?" she asked with a cheeky grin on her face, "Cai". I looked at her as she smirked.

"What?"

"So this someone you heard singing it..." she continued, leaning forward on the table. Her voice was a lot slower than usual and more high-pitched. 

"Why are you saying it like that?".

"Is it a girl?".

"Let's change the subject".

"Do you like her?"

"Isa, stop" I begged.

Her eyes widened. She studied my expression hoping to find answers to the questions I refused to answer. I looked away from her so she wouldn't notice my cheeks going red.