Ghost•l.h.

a dance

Luke could make me laugh until I couldn't breath, and still want to burst into tears within the next two seconds. He was an incredible conversationalist, and it only made me admire him more. We could have sat there for hours, and yet I would have only thought it was a couple minutes.

I had just finished laughing, when I saw him just staring at me, and I suddenly felt very self conscious. We were sitting on a bookshelf that had obviously had gotten destroyed a long time ago. The fact that it was flipped over made it a comfortable seat.

"What is it?" I asked, not being able to help my huge smile.

Luke sighed, shaking his head as he ruffled his hair. "You're beautiful."

I felt my entire body heat up. "You say that like its a bad thing," I point out softly, looking down at the ground.

"It is." My head snapped up, and I looked at him in curiosity.

"Why?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. And even if you did believe me, you wouldn't understand."

His words always caused me to be irritated, and left me incredibly unsatisfied. Luke seemed to be able to read my mind.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he warned me, before I even had a chance to say a word.

"At least it died without that question haunting it's soul."

Luke got up and walked toward me, his body ghosting over mine.

"Okay," he said exasperatedly, "you wanna know?"

And in that moment, I regretted my request. Before I could even tell him to stop, the words had already entered my ears, and I wished nothing more to unhear what he just said.

"You look like my dead girlfriend."

My mouth went dry, and I felt like someone just punched me in the gut.

"Actually, she was my fiancé."

I nodded slowly, comprehending each of his words one by one. I couldn't help but feel the hurt that slowly creeped into the back of my head.

"And, her name was Eva?" I asked, remembering what he first called me.

"Yes."

I sat there for a little bit before I got up on my feet, pursing my lips. "Right," I said, trying to act like what he said wasn't affecting me in the slightest, "well I'm going to leave now."

"What? No, Alma, stay," he commanded and my body instantly halted. Why the hell did I listen to him?

"What do you want from me?" I suddenly snapped, turning around swiftly on my heel. "Because using me as a replacement for your dead ex is pretty fucked up," I said lowly, hands balled up at my side. I was stupid to think that for a split second, this guy I just meant actually had feelings for me. Of course, he was just more messed up than I thought. They always are.

I meant to hurt him with my words, just like he did to me, but his face was blank.

"You didn't let me finish."

I narrowed my eyes, as if demanding him to explain.

"Yeah, she was my girlfriend, and she could have basically been your twin. But it doesn't mean you were the same."

I felt my eyebrows knit together.

"She was gentle, beyond kind to everyone and everything she ever met. Eva always had a smile on her face, one that could warm the hearts of criminals. But, she let people take advantage of her. She was weak, easily malleable," he explained, "but you."

"You are cold. Stubborn. Defensive and tend to lash out when you're hurt or scared. But you're confident, strong. You have the body language practically says fuck me," he laughed, and I looked up at him to see his eyes darken deliciously.

My eyes widened as his words, and I had to swallow a few times to clear my throat efficiently. The tension that filled the room was suffocating, and I was astounded by how fast it arrived, it's very presence demanding to be felt.

"You fight until the very end, I can tell. And that's exactly my type of girl," he added quietly, and I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest.

"How did she die?"

"It was a long time ago."

"I asked how. Not when."

"It was a long time ago; does it really matter?" He snapped rudely, and I couldn't seemed to wrap my head around his constant change of behavior.

"God, you're a prick," I exclaim exasperatedly, throwing my hands into the air in defeat.

"You love it," he said cockily, a evil smile creeping on his face, and I felt my stomach drop.

I looked at him again, this time ripping my attention away from us face to inspect his outfit, which was the exact same as yesterday's.

Yesterday. It's only been one day? Why has it felt like I've known him for my whole life? Longer, even. We don't talk to each other like we just met. But maybe, that's what makes it fun.

"Is that your favorite outfit or something?" I mocked and he didn't even have to look down.

"No, actually. I despise it."

It was fairly nice to me, but very old-fashioned. He wore long light brown pants, with a grey trench coat over his button up shirt. His shoes were a plain black color, the ends shaped perfectly into a square. It's like he stepped out of a 1800's history book.

"Then why don't you change?"

"Why do you keep asking questions?" He asked harshly, taking a step closer to me.

"Why do you keep avoiding them?" Step.

"Why are you so damn annoying?" Step.

"Why are you so damn rude?" Step.

He opened his mouth to say something else but our faces were literally inches apart; I could feel his breath on me again  and it was making my senses go insane.

I looked at his plump lips in front of me and bit down on my own.

He groaned from above me, a whining growl starting in the back of his throat.

"God, damn it why must you be so cruel?" He whispered, and I silently wondered who exactly he was talking to.

I took a step back, finally being able to breath when he wasn't so close to me.

"You should go," Luke muttered, looking at the ground.

I turned to leave.

"But you'll be back tomorrow, right?" He asked, but it sounded more like a statement. As much as every part of me wanted to say no, I nodded yes, and walked out the door, not turning back once to see if he was still watching or not.

Hope you guys had a great Christmas.