« in which her past resurfaces. »
|| Take a breath. I pull myself together. Just another step, until I reach the door. ||
''So, Sebastian. I've just finished reading the last Harry Potter.''
''Believe me, I am well aware of it. You've been fangirling for the past week over it, '' he muttered.
''I was not fangirling,'' she started, insulted, ''I was – I was ,'' words were missing and it was incredibly frustrating.
He looked up from his book, smirking.
''Well anyway, what I wanted to say is – maybe you're just a talking soul.'' She snapped.
''Excuse me?'' He answered, surprised.
''Well, Voldemort's soul was incorporated into Harry's when he tried to kill him the first time – perhaps it could be the same with us? Maybe a bit of your soul is stuck with me, and that's why you're here?'' Harlyn tried hesitantly.
''That doesn't make any sense,'' he scuffed.
''Says the talking ghost who's been following me around like a dog for the past months,'' she whispered.
''Anyway,'' he sighed. ''How are the comics going?'' He questioned, pointing at her drawings.
She smiled, proud. ''Well, the first one if over, and the second one is well advanced. They've only signed me up for a trilogy, but that was such an amazing experience so far.''
''Can I see it?'' He held his hand out to grab the papers.
''You know the answer to that.'' She brought them closer to her chest.
''Come on – '' He stood off the bed, and took a step closer to her.
''No, Sebastian. No one, not even you, is allowed to see them!'' She backed away from the bed, her back touching the wall of her bedroom.
''But what if I don't make it?'' He was playing her, acting sad.
''Oh don't you dare pull that card on me, Stan. Back off!'' She would have pushed him, but he wasn't even physical.
He stayed exactly where he was, framing her with by putting his hands on each side on her head.
''You know...'' he started, but he was cut off by Harlyn's phone ringing.
She was so relieved to find an exit to the situation, she went through him and reached for her phone. Ew, it felt gross to go through him, like she was stuck in some sort of really cold spider web.
''Not cool,'' he grumbled in his beard.
''Hey Sara, what's up?'' Harlyn answered. ''It's crazy, I was just thinking about you! Yeah sure, my house, 20h? Good, see you then!'' She threw her phone on the bed.
''Hurry, we've got things to do,'' she said as if he had a choice.
''It's not like I could stay here, anyway. Where's we going?''
''Ugh, sometimes I forget you're not real,'' she smiled. ''Well, you're real, don't get me wrong, but what if you weren't and I was just crazy?'' The thought just crossed her mind, for the first time since the beginning of this crazy adventure. What if the concussion she had wasn't completely healed and he was a side effect from that? Should she tell the doctors...? How come she haven't given it a thought before?
''Well then at least it's a hot ghost,'' he joked, and all her worries melted away.
''Ah! You wish!'' She answered.
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Comatose || s. stan
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