Today, Tomorrow, Everyday

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"So, where we off to first?"

I cocked my eyes at her. She had this extremely wide grin whilst her eyes literally sparkled. Where was the colorless ghost I once saw? Was she bipolar or something? How could her emotions change so quickly? She used to look so pessimistic, now she looked too optimistic. Such fast character development or poor character consistency she had.

"We're going to plan out our little thing for next weekend. So hop on the bike quickly before I'm sent to the mental hospital."

Her smile wore out as she bedgrudingly sat right behind me. I felt her oddly warm hands again as she hugged onto me real tight. It took me back again to that time I attempted to save myself. I really thought my hopes of suicide would end this all. I was thrilled to have those arms around me, thinking they were Death's. Unfortunately, I was wrong. But as much as I am frustrated about that event, I am not sure if I would like to rewind all these events to that day though. I keep on whining and whining about that period in time yet I look back and wonder what weighs more: a shut down or a restart? Should I have gone for death rather than a second chance in life?
So I've wondered what will happen if I blow this second chance again. I guess I could always resort back to killing myself. I've pondered about it from time to time until I have arrived with the idea of grasping the second chance, because I've realized if I have killed myself that day without meeting K, I would have never felt what my life as Zachary Mulligans might be for the second time. They say love is sweeter the second time around so why can't life be the same?

"Ouch," I winced as she held onto me too tight — as if she was going to squeeze the life out of me. "This is a bike. Not a motorcycle," I told her, but she still didn't loosen up the grasp.

"I'm scared I might fall."

I grinned. It seemed funny that she wasn't thinking straight. "Whether you fall or not, it's not like you're going to die." I told her brutally. Then, I pedalled away from the school gates as I felt her glare at me.

***

I took K to my house. It was the safest place to talk to a non-human entity after all. Besides, I always felt most comfortable at home. Thank goodness my aunt had work even on Saturdays and it usually took until 7 P.M. She then usually arrived at 9 P.M. because of the distance and inevitable traffic.

"Seriously? Your house? Can't we at least go to a cafe or a park?"

K was rather disappointed when I brought her in. She crossed her arms and blew her bangs away. She looked like a mere toddler pulling off tantrums. It wasn't the best sight to see. For a ghost, she was undoubtedly demanding.

"I told you. I'm not taking you on any hangouts or dates. We need to handle our responsibilities first, all right?"

She pouted her lips, grudingly saying, "Fine."

I took her to the kitchen and got her to sit down on one of the wooden chairs. Our kitchen and table of multiple uses was quite small. In fact, everything in this house was quite small yet it was more than enough for two people.

"So what's yer plan?" She asked, mimicking a Texan accent and resting her arms on the table with a frustrated look plastered on her small face. She was still pissed off. I didn't let it get the best of me. I dismissed her feelings and shrugged it off.

"Well like I said the previous day, the yearbooks are held up in a restricted part of the school -- the stock room. Since we're going on the day of the autumn ball, no one's going to guard the door. So our problem now would just be the keys," I explained to her as I made myself a cup of coffee. Even after a cold shower, I still couldn't shake off the exhaustion. Caffeine was just what I needed. Still a little bit groggy from tiredness, I asked her if she would like to have any. I wish I thought before I talked.