Dating the Dead • lrh

37: milepost

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this chapter is 2802 words long
(a/n not included)
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"How can you tell apart a ghost's voice from a human's voice?" I blurted out of the blue.

We were hanging out on my house's roof. Just lying on our backs watching the stars at three in the morning. The night air can't get through our Stitch and Angel onesies.

I'm the pink one.

It had been a week and a half since we became a couple and to say a lot has happened would be an understatement. We're having the time of our lives.

It felt like yesterday Shelby broke into my room in a Stitch onesie the first time. Three weeks came by so fast. The next thing I know, Shelby was breaking into my room in a Stitch onesie for the second time.

Two hours after, we pretty much ran out of topics to talk about.

I heard her take a deep breath. "The spirits' voices are only whispers to me that always echo. So it's not that hard to differentiate. Sometimes, I can hear their voices louder and that's when I usually flip shit because I'm having a hearing overload."

After that night after the wedding, I have gotten very curious about ghosts and the spirit realm. But knowing Shelby's condition, I didn't want to fire the questions all at once. I wouldn't want to upset her.

From what I have gathered for the past week, was that the person she talked to in the farmhouse's room was a girl. Her name's Amy. She's gotten herself attached to Shelby since Hugo Collins asked her not to interact with his sister, Kenzie, while she's going through therapy.

I asked Shelby if she had any plans on helping Amy, who , as I was told, was only seven years old. My girlfriend's face fell when she said she can't. Hugo had told her that The Listeners, people who could just hear the voices, won't be any much help with the spirits.

And why that is so, Shelby didn't elaborate. I didn't push her, either. It was a sensitive subject that I shouldn't concern myself with.

"What do you hear, now?" I asked,

"Nothing. Just murmurs really. That's why I'm not supposed to help them cross over because-" she sat up straight, pulling her knees to her chest.

I followed suit, crossing my legs like a pretzel. "Why do you always stop mid-sentence? It's honestly frustrating me when-"

She fisted the sides of my Angel hoodie and pulled me to a kiss. I shut my eyes at the contact and my heart thundered against my chest. She pulled apart, the tip of our noses barely touching.

"Shh, I'm trying to listen."

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"Why do I feel like you only heard the whisper of your stomach?" I joked as she pulled over in Maccas' car park.

As we walked towards the 24/7 fast food restaurant, I glanced behind me and saw a grey car pulling over a few spaces away from ours. The window rolled down and Charlie stared back at me. I gave him a small wave and he rolled his window back up.

Rude.

I lagged a couple of spaces behind Shelby. Her Stitch hoodie was pulled over her head. While I had my Angela hoodie down. I'm sweating like a pig.