Seeing Things [rare updates]

Chapter one~ Communication

Olivia's POV:

I smiled back at a sweet-looking old lady who stared at me from a little ways away. I made eye contact with her for a second and shivers were sent down my spine. I turned back to what I was looking at. I stood in front of many varieties of bread. I quickly scanned all the prices and labels before finally choosing a loaf. I turned my attention to the general area in which the old lady stood. Not a trace of her was left behind. I laughed to myself. It can be hard to tell actual people from spirits.

After I was done at the store, I began to walk home. I like to walk around town, especially in the fall. It's just so magnificently beautiful. I stared at the ground, smiling at my thoughts about the beauty of autumn. I heard running, but didn't bother to look up. I have seen plenty of running people around this town already.

The running got louder as it got closer to me, which is usually what happens. Suddenly something strange caught my attention. Screaming? I then looked up, only to be struck in the shoulder by what felt like a man's shoulder. I yelped in pain as I dropped my grocery bag and fell to the ground.

"Stand up and come with me. I'll pay for that, sorry," he said pulling me up and gesturing to my now ripped up grocery bag.

The still unidentified man pulled on my arm until the screaming was scarcely heard over the long distance. We ran into a random café and sat in a booth.

"Who might you be, miss?" The man asked as I tried to focus, as I was dizzy from the incident of running into his shoulder, I assume.

"I would like to ask you the same question," I sassed him. My vision was now better, and I could see pretty clearly. I couldn't see the man's face though, because it had been hidden behind a menu.

"But I asked first," he responded cockily. I was surprised by how sassy he was and tried to think of an amazing comeback.

I took in a breath after I thought of something good, but I was interrupted by an old woman who tapped my arm.

"One second, ma'am," I informed the lady, making the man put his menu flat on the table.

"Who exactly are you talking to?" He questioned, causing me to glance at him. After I caught a small glimpse of his face, I had to look back.

"Are you?"

"Yep. I'm surprised you didn't noticed before," Louis, freaking, Tomlinson laughed. Wow, never thought I'd say that.

"So do you have an imaginary friend or something?" He joked, referring to what I did a few minutes ago. I shook my head 'no' and stared at the water that had been placed in front of me.

As I concentrated on the water, I started to hear the faint voice of a woman saying something about a flower or something smelling like flowers. I closed my eyes tightly and massaged my temples.

"Tell him of my presence," the voice spoke out clearly, making me feel a sharp pain in my skull. I cringed from the pain, trying to massage it away. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at Louis, seeing the spirit by his side. I looked her in the eyes and nodded. Louis looked to his side with a confused expression.

"Is someone-"

"Yes, someone is there. Do you know, I mean, did you know anyone who smelled like flowers?" I asked, making his eyes widen.

"My grandmother..." He trailed off, looking down, and pressing his lips into one thin line. "I used to tell her all the time that she smelled like flowers," he finally spoke again, his voice cracker mid-sentence. He smiled and tears fell from his eyes when he blinked. "But how did you-"

"She's here with us. She's sitting next to you," I smiled, tearing up a bit myself. He grinned like he was the happiest man on earth, but he cried his eyes out at the same time.

We spent who knows how long talking, but we mostly actually talked to his grandmother. At the end of our time at the café, Louis gave me his cellphone number and some money to buy new groceries. It was nice to make him happy by letting him know about how his grandmother is. That was an amazing experience. Now that I think about it, I want to try to communicate with these spirits more often.