She padded carefully, and silently, towards his room. She knew his room because she visited it every night. A door opened to her left and a tired child opened their door, looked around, decided all way good and disappeared back inside.
She was startled for a moment and remembered they couldn't see her. No one could.
She reached the end of the hall and held the cold knob in her hand. Instead of threatening to wake him, she simply moved through the door.
She smiled at his sleeping mess; sheets were tangled around his body, his shirt on the floors, limbs hung out, his face soft and calm with sleep.
She sat in a chair in the corner. She watched him for an hour or so before she stood.
She watched him and carefully eased her body on top of his. He hadn't noticed her presence until her cold hands gripped his stubbly neck.
His eyes widened, his face reddened, he gripped at the void space of her hands. He couldn't see his attacker, but he knew it was her.
He choked a single word, "Help."
Within the minute, the door was opened and Scott was in the doorway. But she'd gotten off of Logan and resided to her corner chair, watching and listening.
"You okay? What was all the noise?"
"I'm fine Scott, just a nightmare."
"You sure?"
"Go back to your room."
"Okay..." Scott left the way he came: quick and silent.
"Why?" Logan questioned the void of the room, knowing she was there. "Every night you come, you try to kill me. You come close and you let go. Why?"
"Why what?" she cooed.
"Why don't you kill me already? Why do you come at all? Why do you linger here?"
"Because you loved me. You killed me. You buried me in an unmarked grave and no one knows. I'm your burden, Logan. I'm your debt to pay."
"So you'll choke me every night, only to let me live till the next?"
"You could break free, you know?" She stood, though he couldn't see.
"How?" He furrowed his brow.
"Two ways. Tell everyone what you did and why I exist no longer. Or you could die and live with me," she crossed her arms.
"I'll tell them tomorrow."
"You really don't love me enough to die for me?" Her voice grew quiet, soft, fragile. Her voice was small.
"No. I love you enough to live for you."
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