For Shane and Ryan, self discovery lies in the demands of a ghost to find his century-lost husband. For every answer provided, even more questions seem to arise.
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"You can't cross the salt line," Ryan stated, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Shane thought there was fear, too, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want Ryan doting on him and taking care of him, sure, but he didn't want to freak him out, either.
"I can't cross the salt line," Shane confirmed. "I don't know anything. I promise, it's not. Something I test regularly." He chuckled.
Ryan leaned back from Shane, watching. It was as if he didn't hear anything Shane had said. He probably didn't. He only inspected him.
"Oh my God," Ryan breathed out. "You can't cross the salt line." His eyes didn't stop observing, looking from Shane's eyes, then to his whole body, and back into his eyes. "Are you dead?"
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This was crossposted from AO3, under the same name! Come find me there if you prefer.
"Oh my god Natalie he's coming this way!" I whisper to her. "Act natural!" She says. I watched as her stopped by Paige Clark... and kissed her. I broke down in tears. I couldn't even watch. I think i was loud because he looked up. I turned the corner and hid. He can't see me cry like this!
"Hey Natalie I think you dropped this" he says to her as she looked my way.
"You okay? Who was that?" He asks her. Probably didn't recognise me."Yeah... hey haven't you ever met my friend Lena?" She asks him. I held my breath. Say yes. Please.
"Who's Lena?"
REWRITING THIS ENTIRE FIC! i wrote it in april 2016 and think its time to change it up