Code Blue | Moonlight Love IV

FIFTEEN

Hard For Me, Michele Morrone (the last video I had added said it was unavailable 🤷🏻‍♀️)

T A T E

I need you.

I know.

I can't... I don't know how to do this without you.

I love you.

The hallucinations began a week after Tiffany died. There were no blood-coughing episodes. Samantha says that when your mate dies, but you have a child with them, the episodes are different. Every surviving mate can have different episodes. Most experience hallucinations of their deceased mate. Like a ghost. I suppose I'm no different.

Tiffany stands before me in a beautiful, flowy red dress. It has a thigh-high side slit, a deep v-neck and thick straps. She looks absolutely exquisite, even if she isn't real.

On the back of her head, she wears a flower crown of the same red shade. It's Underworld fashion. All the females in Underworld paintings in our books show the females in this type of clothing setup.

There is something particular about this outfit. I can't put my finger on it.

"Someone's coming," she says. "Who?"

"Mark," I reply. "He said he would help me with some stuff."

"Has he been near my son?" She sneers. I see the color in her eyes darken. Even dead, she has the same temper.

"Our son, Red," I correct her.

"Tate, I swear to the Gods if he touches a hair on our son, I'll come back from the dead and kick his a$$," she threatens.

"What is up with you and Mark? Ever since you died, you've had a ghostly vendetta against him," I push for information.

She smiles. "The dead don't reveal secrets, Tate."

Just as she finishes saying that, Mark knocks on my door. I don't get the chance to press her on that. She stays the whole time Mark is in my bedroom.

"Do you think she's at peace?" Mark suddenly asks.

"No," I say. "I can somehow feel her still. Perhaps, it's through our son. I don't know."

I look down at my sleeping son. I see her in him. From the corner of my eye, I see Tiffany come closer. She sits on the bed, at an angle where she's seeing the both of us. I sit too. I smile.

Mark moves closer. He places his hand on my shoulder. Tiffany rolls her eyes.

"Elijah looks like her," Mark says. "He's got lip shape and her nose, but your eyes."

I love that. I hear Tiffany say in my mind.

"Yeah," I say out loud, not really sure who I'm replying to.

"Perhaps she'll let you know, somehow, what unfinished business she has. As, we know, the dead don't reveal their secrets," Mark says.

Tiffany flips him off. That's exactly what she said before he walked in.

"I'll leave you to it. I've got something else to do today," Mark says.

"Okay," I reply.

He then walks out of my room.

"Son of a b****," she exhales out.

I laugh.

"You never liked him, did you?"

"No," she says. "I never really did."

"Why?" I ask her.

"I'm dead, Tate," she says. "I don't have the answers anymore."

I'm not sure I believe her. I don't press her on the topic.

"You picked Elijah?" She asks. "After your father?"

"Yeah, I couldn't ask you about it now could I?" I say.

She smiles. "I don't have a problem with it."

"Elijah Taylor Grey Smith is his name," I say. "Elijah for my dad and..."

"Taylor after my mother's middle name," she finishes. She smiles. "I like it."

I lean in closer. She does the same. I go to touch her, only for my hand to go through her. She gives me a sad smile. I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

"I'm sorry," she says.

I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you there on your own. You warned me. I should've stayed."

"You were needed elsewhere," Ghost Tiffany replies. "I was meant to die. My fate had already been decided. Nothing could have changed it."

"We could have tried," I say.

She stays to soothe me with her words. Much like myself, her touch only goes through me. We can't touch physically. That hurts me more than anyone will know.

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Here's the photo of the dress she's wearing :)