Her, Dead Love

Chapter Five

"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome." - Issac Asimov

JASON

Transitions weren't always my thing when I was alive, and the only change one may hope for after death is to move on. As if the change into a spirit wasn't enough of pain for me that I got tangled in yet another turmoil.

As much as I wished to stay up close to Mr. Posey, I can't overlook that it was me who urged Olive for help, but we would hardly engage in the process during her working hours.
Olive's room was much more calm and warmer than the unstoppable clattering and cold of the office. She was tuck cosy in her blanket with the laptop resting on her lap, she was busy with her work. And I couldn't help but get glimpse of her simple beautiful face, as I pretended to be indulged in my own thoughts, standing in the the corner of her room, the spot which had become my own now.

"I've come up with a sensitive topic for the cover story which is likely to help us as well." Olive stated, still staring at her laptop screen.

"How exactly will that work?"

"That is bit of an unsure answer but I will tell you about it tomorrow, do attend my presentation." she exclaimed and stretched her arms, gave a yawn. A signal for me to leave.

"Olive?" I came close to her and whispered

"Hm?" she was tired of all the work but this smile of satisfaction on her face probably from the completion of her presentation, then dug her head some more in the pillow and well it had me giggling. I felt lost in the view before realising I was in the middle of a question.

"It's kind of hard going to and fro for me. I'll accept I'm not too qualified to be a spirit, long teleportation isn't my favorite means of transport." I said laughing in an embarassing tone

I noticed she wasn't listening, "you know it would've been more convenient if only I could stay."

"Stay" she said still dozing off

"Really? Stay?"

"Stay"

Honestly, wouldn't lie, I didn't know if she meant for me to stay! or stay? but going all the way back to the office wasn't a suitable choice. Not that I'm a perv, and neither am I the type of guy who'd hangout in a girl's room but this was need of the hour. I'm a spirit with short distance travelling capability but hey, I'm a good looking ghost, you don't find that easily, expect I hate the term 'ghost' so I'd still prefer being called a good looking man. Luckily, Olive had a window in her room for me to rest on, the lookout and breeze is my level of comfort.

OLIVE

I woke up early morning with a fairly relaxed mind and as I opened my eyes with sunlight striking right in my face. No to mention I'm a girl who likes to keep her drapes closed so this was a whole new experience for me. I see a blurry image forming in front of me.

"Good morning baby girl!"

"Jason what are you doing here this early in the morning?" I asked. He was half bent over my face, giving a million dollar smile, expect I didn't wish to be buying it as of now.

"I stayed the night." He replied, still smiling exactly the same

"What do you mean?"

What does he mean by stayed the night? I pulled over the sheets and peeped in, and as blush-making as it sounds I did have all my clothes on.
He gave me a confused look before he could understand what in the world was I doing and it took less than a second for the smile to leave his cheeks and had them turn red.