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THIS NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE A LITTLE DIFFERENT!
It will be it PETER'S POINT OF VIEW!
****Remember, PETER's POV
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Peter- Age 18--The Manor
Layla was incredible.
I loved her.
It had been three weeks since the haunting of Aimee, and even though she could strike at any time, I didn't think much of it.
I thought mainly of Layla.
I had waited for her, and I could finally love her.
Endlessly.
But there was still that thought, in the very back of my mind.
"I'm a ghost."
I just wanted her to be happy.
It made sense that happiness was NOT with a ghost.
But when I tested this theory, Layla proved me wrong.
Now I we were BOTH happier than ever.
Together.
Our relationship was getting harder to keep secret.
Layla's nanny, Esmeralda, had been on vacation.
When Layla's dad died, she came back as soon as possible.
Layla and I were never alone anymore, but we found our ways around it.
Esmeralda took her nap from about 3:55 to 4:45.
Layla came home at around 4:00 from school.
That gave us 45 minutes to...
"Pete!" yelled Layla, hugging me as she opened the door. It was 4:01.
I smiled, "Shhh, Esmeralda fell asleep on the couch today."
"Oh," she grinned, and let out a delicate laugh.
She lead me straight to the piano room and I kissed her softly.
It was our daily routine.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you more," she laughed.
"Impossible." I said.
I wanted to keep kissing her, but something worried me.
"Have you seen Aimee lately?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
"Stop worrying," she said at her next breath, coming back to my lips.
"Have you?"
She stopped.
"Yes," she muttered, "but don't worry. It's on and off. It's nothing to get hung up on."
"I have to," I said, "I love you. I'm worried."
"Don't," she said, smiling. Her lips silenced me. Always.
We quickly went back to our routine.
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Peter- Age 18--Later that night.
When Layla was asleep, I heard her talking in her sleep. Her words turned into screams.
I ran into her room.
Whoa. I had never been in her room.
Her walls screamed, "Layla."
I was comfortable at once.
"Wake up!" I said.
She screamed.
"Layla!" I yelled.
I shook her.
She awoke, fear buried in her eyes.
"Layla?" I asked.
"Just a nightmare. Don't worry-" she stopped.
"You are in my room."
"Sorry. You scared me," I said, and I started to leave.
"Stay."
"What?" I asked. This was new.
"In case I have another nightmare," she said shyly.
"I want you here."
I looked at her and smiled.
I laid down next to her, putting my arm around her.
"You're safe," I said.
I don't know how, but I felt her smile.
Then I felt her go into sleep.
She was truly beautiful when she slept.
I wrote myself a mental note: CONFESSION, it read: I'm in love with her.
