Mirage

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

We walked to the stop sign at the end of the road. We were drowning in silence the whole way there; I was still trying to take in everything. I didn't believe it. I would be crazy to think this could actually be happening.

"So... Can other people see you too?" I inquired out of curiosity.

"I'm not sure, really. I think so."

Maybe I could tell my parents or something. There completely cool about things like boys. Half of my friend group is boys anyway, so that's all they see when my friends ever come over.

They would think I'd gone ballistic. My dead friend is alive? Ha no, I can just sneak him in. It shouldn't be that hard, we don't even know if he's visible.

If he isn't visible, doesn't that make him not real? Of course, he isn't real. I chose to go with it anyway, He seemed so real and if he wasn't, it would hurt "his" feelings and even that would hurt me. This makes me crazy, of course.

"You can just crash at my place. Let's just assume that everyone can see you. You can't be discovered." I said with as much logic as I could fit.

"Discovered? I'm not a rare sight, Elaine." Hearing my name slip off of his tongue sent chills down my spine. I hadn't heard it in so long.

"You are when you were dead for two years." It's true. I'm pretty sure everyone would freak out if my dog from 10 years ago was running around in my front yard this morning.

He sort of jumped at the sound of the word "dead" as if it were a danger plunging into his stomach. I didn't realize how sensitive he was to the word, but it seemed that the memories of how he died seemed to hurt the most.

"Do you remember it?" I asked, hesitatingly not knowing how emotional the subject was.

"I remember everything. I remember the party and refusing to drink at all because I was driving you home. I remember that crazy yellow beetle driving in our lane. I remember swerving off of the road, hitting a bump, and the worst part, the tree stump right ahead of us. I remember being locked into my place while I was trying to buckle you in. I remember unbuckling myself, reaching over and grabbing your seatbelt. I remember it locking into place as soon as we hit the stump." He spoke with certain anger in his voice.

The sad part was I don't remember any of that.

He went on, "I remember flying through the windshield that was already somewhat broken, then the tree branch from the tree ahead of us registering into my chest. I remember the physical pain of it all, and then I remember the distinct pain of losing you." His dirty blonde hair was being tossed over his head in the wind, his black shirt flapping.

His hand unfamiliarly guided up to my waist and tugged at it slightly until I was centimeters away from him. His bright green eyes burned into mine and he did something I never thought would happen ever, especially after his death.

He kissed me.

Softly, almost as if he didn't want to startle me. I kissed him back immediately, even though I had never actually kissed him before.

"Felix..." I didn't know what to say after that.

"Elaine, don't act like for the 6 years of our friendship you wanted nothing more," he smiled a little, because he knew exactly what he was saying.

"You haven't changed one bit," I truthfully stated. He hadn't, if this was even real.

He dropped his hands and the ghost of them froze the skin.

"My parents are probably wondering where the hell I am," I had been gone for a whole hour and a half. My run usually takes 25 minutes.

"I'll wait somewhere close by your house. Just let me know when the coast is clear." Felix stepped backwards and motioned with his hand for me to continue my jog.

I rolled my eyes, not exactly sure what he was going for and sprinted off with my black ponytail ticking side to side and my iPod in my hand.

This is surreal.