The Former Lover [Sequel To Military Minds]

Chapter 15

Let's all just take a moment to appreciate Ellen Page as Rebecca. I mean, who else could be her, right?

Chapter 15

As if reading Rebecca's mind, a translucent figure formed in front of her, halting her in her tracks. The wind had kicked up, blowing her brown waves behind her shoulders.

The white shapeless spectrum soon came into finer detail, thinning itself out, spilling dyed brown hair over her shoulders, blonde highlights revealing themselves as a mystical breeze petered out around her. Megan's sharp brown eyes gazed at Rebecca intently as she slowly lowered herself to her feet in front of the soldier.

Rebecca didn't know what to say. The desire for Megan still burned deeply inside her gut, an insatiable quench that never seemed to fade or extinguish. Yet, she was rendered speechless by her spirit's presence. Had she been with Rebecca this whole time?

"Beccy," Megan's soft Scottish-British voice called, stepping closer to her. "Please don't cry, baby."

Rebecca bit her trembling lip, distantly aware that she tasted blood. She didn't care, she needed Megan right now more than she ever had in life. She threw her arms around the spirit, expecting herself to fall flat on her face, but Megan caught her in strong arms, holding her tighter than ever.

"I can control who touches me and who doesn't," Megan explained, answering Rebecca's unspoken question. "I can also touch things, or throw things." There was a hint of smugness mixed with amusement in her tone.

Rebecca breathed a sigh, peeking up at the spirit. "I wish you could be here, really, physically be here. It's been a mess ever since you died."

Megan's face seemed to scrunch with worry. In a split second, it was gone, replaced with certainty. She tilted her head to one side, gazing down at Rebecca as if she had never seen her before. "I can, you know."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when Megan continued.

"I can go into somebody's body, if they let me." She reached up, caressing Rebecca's cheek with smooth, cold fingers that sent shivers down her spine. "But it wouldn't be fair on you, Beccy. You need to let me go, you need to move on."

She shook her head like a petulant child, her lips trembling as she attempted to calm herself down. "No, Megan, I can't," she sobbed, her hands sliding down to Megan's elbows, clutching them tightly. "I've tried and tried to let you go, I just can't. You're the only one who ever understood me, the only one who ever loved me."

Megan's spirit breathed a sigh, pulling Rebecca against her chest, her hands rhythmically combing through her hair. "I love you, Rebecca Hearthrome."

She closed her eyes, leaning the side of her face against her former lover's chest. She almost cried again. There was no heart beating in her ears, no body heat warming her up, and no steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. All of those small, human things were gone. All Rebecca felt was cold, and upset.

"Hey," Megan murmured gently, curling her fingers underneath Rebecca's chin and panning her face up. "Don't be sad, okay?"

She swallowed hard, clenching her eyes closed as tears streaked down her cheeks. Hesitantly, she laced her arms around Megan's shoulders, and kissed her.

It was an empty kiss, which brought Rebecca nothing but pain and mourning. Megan's lips moved against hers, but lightly. There was no passion, no desire, and no love. She knew it was because she was a spirit now, but the thought was still enough to shatter her heart into a million tiny fragments all over again.

Rebecca sobbed, but Megan was still kissing her, enclosing her mouth with her own, her hands firmly placed against her shoulder blades. Rebecca wiped away her tears, pulling her closer, their kisses turning more heated.