Heartbreaks And Her

Chapter 13

"Good morning, sir."

"Morning... mornin'." Charles greeted everyone back as he made his way to his secluded office, through the multiple rows of employees engrossed in their separate works.

The first thing he saw as he entered his private office was Delilah stacking up folders at his desk. In the black trousers and white plaid shirt she looked stunning. Of course he had seen her yesterday and was with her the whole time making her try this and that, but this was different. He didn't know how beautiful Delilah could be if she just put in a little more effort into it.

"Good morning, sir. I've prepared the meeting's briefings and advertisement policies that you asked for. Should I keep it here for your reviewing?"

"Y-yes, that'd be great. Thank you."

Charles couldn't help but notice something wrong in Delilah's behavior. As if she was worried about something. She seemed distracted and out of focus which was quite unlike her. He wanted to ask Delilah about what was bothering her so much but seeing her in a formal and no-shit stance he held back. Charles knew that even if Delilah had doubt about the size of a pea, she'd be uneasy till she removes that doubt from her head.

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Arthur had been alone for a long time.

Eliza had always been with Arthur no matter what. Since the day they got married, they were stuck to each other like glue; no one could separate them. Of course, every couple fights, it can't be rainbows and unicorns every time, but they never let go of each other whenever anyone of them was in crisis.

The day Arthur was killed, the day Arthur saw the face of his murderer, was the day he felt shattered to pieces. Just as he was leaving his mortal body, he felt so cold, and lifeless, and alone. That feeling wasn't even close to what he felt when his son died, and his wife blamed him without any reason.

It has been two days since someone talked to him. It wasn't such a long time, as he had actually lived longer not talking to anyone. But after talking to Delilah that day, Arthur felt human. He felt more than just a spirit haunting a mansion, more than just a dead man walking, more than what he had felt in a long time. Alive. That's what he felt. Like despite being him dead someone was eager to talk to him and on knowing the reason of his death. Someone had seen him beyond the scary spirit that he posed to be and had wanted to know his story.

Arthur had seriously been itching to talk to someone and he could definitely use Delilah's company. Since morning he had been roaming around the house like usual but that day with a little more uneasiness, and restlessness, as if waiting for someone.

Arthur couldn't deny that he had felt a connection when he first saw Delilah in his house. It was too strong to keep ignoring it till it faded away. No, it was strong enough to make his peaceful existence, chaotic; so he just pushed it back into his inner, unused part of the brain for later comprehension. The reason he didn't immediately scare her off was because her face was just too familiar and close to him to do that; and also because he was scared. Scared of what happened, and scared of what might happen.

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Delilah was going crazy. After her brainstorming the previous night, she wasn't entirely sure if the ghost she had talked to was real. It had seemed real and not-so-threatening, and had even offered her a place to crash in for the night. She had been so confused the next day that she decided to check for herself.

Hitching a taxi, Delilah made her way to the mansion after work. She had been distracted the whole day and she knew Charles noticed it too and she was thankful that he didn't nag her about it. She was certain that the next day she would be back to her usual diligent self.

"Is anyone here?" Delilah called out as soon as she entered the mansion.

Arthur couldn't believe his ears, he thought he was just imagining things, maybe it was just trifle things trying to keep him in this world, but he couldn't help but hope for Delilah to be there. Cautiously strolling down the stairs he was met with an amazing pair of brown eyes just waiting to be caught.

"Why are you here-?"

"You're real-" they both said simultaneously.

"You thought I wasn't?" to say Arthur was shocked would be an understatement, but yes he was shocked.

How can Delilah think I am not real when I was thinking of her the whole time she wasn't here?

"No, I mean, I wasn't so sure. It isn't normal for us humans to see and talk to a ghost so comfortably, you know. So... I just wanted to check if I wasn't hallucinating and making random inappropriate scenarios in my head."

"What inappropriate scenarios?"

Fuck! This mouth!

"Nothing, just this and that."

Arthur smiled. Delilah smiled back.

Something clicked and Arthur's eyes weren't so soft anymore. They were intense and passion was swirling through them like the raging cyclone devastating everything in its way. Those strong and storm-like deep eyes slowly moved towards Delilah. She couldn't move almost as if she was hypnotized by them. Almost as if Arthur had drained her off her strength and will to move or blink. And it wasn't as if she wanted to go somewhere or even blink her eyes, she just wanted to keep looking at those cloudy grey eyes and get devoured by them.

The slowly moving eyes came to a stop right in front of her, Delilah closed her eyes waiting for it to happen; waiting for the moment she'd been imagining over and over again in her head to finally happen. She kept her eyes shut tight, waiting, staying, innocence and want lingering above her, but it never happens, rather with a swift breeze she feels electricity passing over her whole body. Sudden yet she was craving for more of that.

With hope in her eyes, she opens them to find Arthur gone from before her. She sighs and turns back to go home, but sees Arthur's back towards her, his body shaking, his eyes intently watching his hands, and bewilderment written all over his face. She was sure he had felt that current too. It was as if someone had touched her and seen her naked, yet not.

And then she hears a low growl coming from deep within his throat, and she knew it was going to be a long night.

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Love,

Anshara.