Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 50

Song: Dauoalogn
Artist: Sigur Ros

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A set of pancakes was placed before me and the warm smell of it filled my nostrils. I felt very excited to be at my grandmother's house this evening and it also felt like it's been a while since I step foot in to this place. Actually, it felt like years.

Grandma Marley was the right person to call home. Her house was like a kingdom protected by the gnomes she had surrounding it. The stairs leading to two rooms and another set of stairs leading up to an attic full of stories. Downstairs was were she baked my favorite sweets, my chicken soup whenever I got a cold. She had everything that made me secured.

So when she set those pancakes on the table she would sneak in a kiss on my cheek that felt like love. She sheltered so much of it. And I love her for that.

She hands me a glass of orange juice with a bending straw to go with it. "Now remember, what did I say about eating too quickly?" she would say.

"The stomach is a fragile organ it can only ingest so much" I responded.

She nods a proud smile on her lips knowing her granddaughter has learned the best by her grandmother.

"Now finish up, your first day in second grade starts today" she then gets up to go to the kitchen to put dishes away.

My mother was not here because I remember how she told me she needed to finish medical school. So she couldn't take me to my first day back to school. It's usually like that, my own grandmother happens to always take me to my first days of school and she even picks me up right after.

"Wow so this is your dream" a male voice scares me half to death. I look up to see an all too familiar face.

"Harry?"

"Yeah"

"W-what are you doing here? How are you here?" I look back to see my grandma still accompanied to something else rather ears dropping me.

"Relax, she can't see me nor can she see how you really look like now" Harry walks around mindlessly. He was still dressed the same from the moment I laid eyes on him as a spirit. Though, he looked well.

"What are you talking about?"

"This," he uses a finger to gesture everywhere,"isn't real, Marilyn. I mean once in your lifetime it was but now - you're dreaming" he explains.

"Okay, so how did you come in to my dream? It's a little creepy" I say standing up.

"Not as creepy as that shirt you're wearing that says 'I Wuv Hugz' and not to mention you're too small for it" he jokes but I gasped in horror to see that he could basically see my belly button.

He erupts in laughter which causes my cheeks to go pink. Bastard.

"So, you really don't know what happen to you, do you?" He asks.

I was extremely confused by this point.

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Marcel's POV

I couldn't help to think this was my fault. Everything that led up to this point where she now lays meters away from me in a hospital bed. And to what? I could have been there earlier, I should have been there earlier. But I was still worked up over the fact that Marilyn and Zayn were together. How could I be such a moron to go over my head for that.