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"Niall!" Ysabelle calls me once I stepped inside our apartment. Her tone is really giddy and I, on the other hand, the opposite of it. I'm feeling blue and nervous right now of what happened awhile ago inside the office. The investigation, interview and Harry's sinister face when he stepped inside my office room.

"Hey Niall!" She repeats again and I ignore her and proceed to my bedroom. She still keeps on calling me but i'm completely ignoring her. I can feel she's following behind. I'm feeling guilty of not minding her but i'm disoriented today after what happened yesterday.

I sit down in my bed and buried my face on my hands and pulling my hair because of irritation.

"What's up? Are you alright?" Ysabelle asks while towering over me.

This time, I look up and meet her gaze. She raises her eyebrows like asking me "Care to explain".

"C'mon spit it out, Horan" she says

"Okay, Casper, Awhile ago the police were there. They're investigating the scene of yesterday. I was on the safe side as of the moment, because their main suspect is Harry. But, once they found out the fingerprints there, i'll be the culprit. And then, i'll be fired. Ysabelle, this is my dream job and place to live, I can't just slipped it off my hands. I don't want to be a criminal" I stop and I can feel the tears building up in my eyes. I sniffle and I feel the space beside me drops indicating Ysabelle sat down beside me. How did she do that?

"I worked for this" I began crying. Yes, i'm lightweight when it comes to this issue because you know i'm a "Career before anything else" kind of man. I can't lose this job just because of an accusation!

I felt hands rubbing my back for comfort. I can feel her comforting me. She's my crying towel at the moment. Then, she holds my head and put it on her chest, by this time i'm now recovering from my breakdown awhile ago.

"I'm sorry" I say when I remove myself on that position and remove my glasses so I can wipe the tears. When I finished, I return my eyeglasses and sniff.

"How did you do that?" I ask

"What did I do?" she retaliated.

"When you comforted me, you held me like you're a real person-" she cuts me off.

"I'm a real person. It's just that I can't be seen. Just you" she clarifies.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. You're a real person. But you're a ghost. So, what happened awhile ago, I felt your hands and you managed to put my-" she again cuts me off. What's with this girl and she loves cutting me off of what i'm saying?

"Yes, I get it. I'm like an alive person. Right?" I nod

"And, I held you, it didn't went through like before, am I right?" I again nod.

"Well, it's effective! Oh, Nicholas! Thank you!" she squeals

"Who's Nicholas?" I ask

"My guardian!"

"Why are you thanking him?"

"That's what I was about to tell you awhile ago but then you kept on ignoring me" she says and crosses her arms on her chest and rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry. But, what is it?" I ask

"Well, Nicholas, my guardian to up there, gave me a reward, I guess" she pauses and thinks. She must be thinking the reasons why that guardian of her, Nicholas, gave her of whatsoever power, I guess?

She continues, "Well, I don't know what's the reason. Anyway, I can now hold things and act like a normal person, Niall!" she says, stands up and jumps while clapping her hands together.

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