Mr. Ghost (EN)

6. One secret revealed

~~~ One okay rock - Taking off ~~~

"Shall we?" I nodded my head, pointing up. I stepped closer to her, grabbed her around her waist in order to lift her up, before she could even think of any word of stopping me. She understood and pulled the lever, leaving the door slowly opening itself, while I placed Chelsea safely back on her feet.

"You didn't want them to see?" She asked hesitantly. I shrugged my shoulders, not saying anything, but it was true, I didn't want anyone else apart of Chelsea, to meddle with my business. After the short time I know her, I already trusted her. Although it was quite understandable, as she was the only person in the world I could pour my trust into or perhaps it could be the feeling I had... like I know her more than just those few days. When I think about it, it sounds like the biggest cliché, but I couldn't stop the sensation from settling in my mind.

I indicated with my hand for her to go first. She didn't like my innate manners, but I wasn't about to stop being gentleman. I noticed her roll of eyes, but I let it pass, as she walked around me and started climbing up, while I followed her right behind.

"Damnit, I can't see anything," She complained rightfully, because the moment we reached the top, there was no sign of a daylight. Chelsea stopped moving and I ran into her.

"I'm sorry," I murmured apology and slipped passed her. "Here," I should have gone first, because I knew there were few flashlights in the basket on the table by the door. She stepped closer to me and narrowed her eyes, to where I was pointing at. She took one, switching it on and started to explore her surroundings, forgetting my presence, I could see curiosity in her face. Her eyes glided over old bits of furniture covered with dust, until they landed on the boxes in the corner of the room. Then she realized I didn't follow her on her exploration, turning back to me.

"What is in those?" She wondered. How could she know to go straight to them? She lowered herself on one of the sturdy boxes.

"Remains of my life," I sat next to her, watching her as she took out fragments from my past life.

~

I was sitting in the attic, staring at the photographs in my hands. Next to me was seated young lord, looking exactly like the man on the pictures.

"It's you," I breathed out. Picture was made in black and white. He was standing there typically with his one arm hidden behind his back, while the other, he used to lean on the window sill, gazing somewhere into the distance. The natural elegancy was radiating from his body, making me admire his posture even more. He looked stunning, while I studied his facial expression, it got me unprepared, to see slight smile and relaxed features. My breath got stuck in my throat and I had to force myself to peel my eyes from the picture and look at the real man – ghost beside me, which didn't really help my breathless situation. Something was very wrong with me and I didn't know how to stop the transformation, which was making me confused every new minute I spent in his presence.

I darted my eyes down again, to look at next the photo. There he was again, but this time accompanied by young lady. Quick thought, that I knew that face, raced through my mind, but I forgot about it almost immediately.

"That was Eleonor, my fiance," He answered my unspoken question. I already guessed who it was. They looked like match made in heaven. She was a pure beauty, equal to his own fine handsomeness. It made me think of my own lacking. 

That girl had jet black hair, lifted and made into sophisticated knot, while brightly smiling, but for some reason I had difficulty to believe the sincerity of that smile of hers. Her frame was slim, underlined by the corset, which was hugging her waist tightly. Damon next to her seemed to be undeniably happy and satisfied with his choice of future wife. He must have loved her a lot. Does he still?