Just Ghosting Around...

Broken Connections

"KC?" She asked me one day.

"Yes?" I turned to her, staring at the way light sparkled against her dark curls.

"Why are you here?" Her question forced me to look into her eyes.

I saw the curiosity but underlying it was a tiny piece of suspicion that made me anxious.

Was this how we were supposed to end?

"Sit down." I told her finally seeing no way out of the conversation.

"I am the one to be blamed for their deaths." I didn't need to clarify. "I don't remember how, but that's what I was told before being sent here."

She stared blankly in my direction and for a few seconds, I waited for the emotions to show in her face.

Slowly, the calmness fades and ripples of anger disturb the month long tranquility between us. Instead of saying anything, she did the one thing that hurt me the most. She got up to leave.

I told myself not to follow her.

I calmed myself by saying it was for the best.

I soothed myself that any longer, and it'd have hurt much worse.

But the thoughts didn't ease me. A foreboding chill surrounded the silence of the house as the door slammed shut and once again, I was left alone to haunt within these walls.

That night, Nitya returned but didn't pay any heed to me. I whispered, shouted, screamed, moved the furniture from one place to another but she didn't grace me with a single word. After everything, I was back to being nothing.