"Believe me" Moriarty the patriot/Donten ni Warau

Does she speak with ghosts?

Fate decided to reward me with the ability to see what is hidden from the eyes of ordinary people. At first it was very scary when I began to understand that it was not normal to see these people. People who have not been alive for a long time. Pale skin, effects of death on the body, old and worn clothes. I see them everywhere and constantly.

Over time, I got used to it and even glad that I could help people who got lost - someone forgot to say goodbye or apologize, and someone just was attached to a certain thing.

There were different ones: someone sobbed loudly, unable to come to terms with their death, someone calmly told me their story, wanting to calm their souls faster, and some were even happy to die, but this happened very rarely.

I did not like it when the ghosts did not think about the feelings of their relatives, because they are dead, and people who love them will never be able to return their lives to their usual course.

"I'll talk to her. Either your wife cannot reconcile with your death in any way, or you are attached to the thing that she left in memory of you"

We are standing by a small house. I enter the courtyard, climbing the stairs, and knock on the door.

I looked at the man who was looking with a slight sadness at the rocking chair on the porch of the house. One can only imagine how the ghost feels now, and how many days of his life he spent on this porch.

At that moment, a dark-haired woman opens the door. She is wearing a dark blue home dress, a pale face and bags under her eyes that give out exactly what I expected to see - grief.

"Hello, I apologize for such a late time" - I say politely, and the woman carefully examines and even seems that she will take a deep breath and close the door right in front of my nose.

"Who you are?"

"My name is Lukiia Baker" - I introduced myself - "my father knew your husband Thomas. I'm sorry that he could not attend the funeral. My condolences to you and your family"

I learned to lie well, because when you help ghosts, any lie can serve the good of this cause. I always believed in what I was saying, so the lie was given to me like a new, dimly familiar language, in which you must learn to speak in order to survive.

"Thank"

The woman's look becomes even more empty than before: for sure, she loved her husband more than anything in the world, and I could not even imagine what she was feeling right now.

"Come in"

Thomas's wife lets me inside, Thomas comes in next. His gaze lingers on every little detail when he looks at his wife. One thing he now knows for sure - he regrets.

He regrets that he did not give enough time to her, that he neglected her care and sometimes rude to her, and yet she loved him so much. In fact, all people or ghosts begin to regret something when they can no longer return the past. That is our essence.

The hostess of the house invites me to sit down, and I gladly accept her offer, because from excitement my legs seem cottony. She offers tea, but I politely refuse: when this happens, I don't get a piece in my throat.

"I still can't believe that this happened. I loved him so much, the woman said bitterly"

I take a woman's hand, but it seems that the latter does not even pay attention to it. Every time I see relatives and friends of the deceased who do not know where to put themselves from grief, I herself gets a lump in throat.

"He loved you too" - I assure - "He rarely showed how he felt, but I know for sure that he is grateful to you for everything you did for him, and he would like you to be happy"

"You think so?" - the woman asks uncertainly.

The woman has tears in her eyes, and it seems that I myself am about to cry. For a minute I even forgot why I came here, completely absorbed in someone else's grief, trying to share the misfortune with a completely unfamiliar, strange woman.

"All my things are in their places, she didn't touch anything" - says Thomas, but his voice was trembling. "So this is not a thing" I think, squeezing the hand of Thomas' wife.

"I understand that it is difficult, but you must let your husband go" - I say quietly, trying to keep my voice as soft as possible, but he trembles and stumbles every now and then.

"How can I ..." - she cries, and I bite my lip, afraid to feel too.

"Thomas will not rest until you accept his departure. You keep it here"

"Here?"

"Yes"

"Who you are?" - the woman after these words is wary, stretches out a little on the sofa, as if this unusual fear instills in her a little more life in recent weeks.

"I'm here at the request of your husband. I know it sounds fantastic, but your husband, he is standing next to you. I see him and speak with him"

"I am so sorry for Josie that I did not tell you how I love you and how grateful for everything you did for me. And that quarrel the day before over money now seems such a trifle. If I could change everything, I would definitely start all over again"

I watched with every word the woman's eyes sparkled with tears and loud sobs filled the room.

I get up and put my hand on the shoulder of a heartbroken mistress.

"Sorry"

I hurriedly leave home, even forgetting to close the door behind me, leaving the ghost and his wife alone. After that I heard a loud "thank you".

"You know, normal people don't see ghosts" - I grinned sadly.

Trying to forget means constantly remembering.