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“Huh? Well….something like that.” If she didn’t know, he wasn’t sure he was willing to explain it right now. If she asked, then yes, Ethan would tell her. But it was something like ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ It was still dangerous to do his line of work, even if he was confident in it. "Don’t worry about it," he said with a smile, "I’ve obviously made a mistake."
Oh! Mr. handsome was hiding something. Now she was determined to find it out. Why? Just because. When you've been dead for ten years being nosy didn't mean much anymore. Hell, she knew all the drama on the block she lived on. Who was cheating, who was pregnant, and so forth. The living were more dead than she was. The ghost linked her hands behind her back and rocked back on her heels, with a soft hum vibrating from her throat.
"If you tell me your secret then I'll tell you mine~"
___I’m gonna give you some T—E—R—R—I—B—L—E thrills___
—shymodel —connecting-melodies —compeditis —nepirimu — orderoftheburninglotus — butsheanddeathacquainted
"Heh. Did one of my clients say something to you about me? I don’t remember meeting so many people at once before." He certainly seemed to be growing in popularity lately. Not that he was complaining. He flourished under such attention. But he had to question why eventually. It certainly wasn’t his piss poor personality that made people come flocking to him, was it?
Clients? What could he mean by that? A few things came to mind but she wasn't going to say anything until she was sure. For right now she was more shocked that yet another person could see her. Maybe this guy believed in ghosts or at least had the sight and was unaware of it. Didn't matter to her though as long as she met new people that could see her.
"No. Are you famous or something?"
Deception is a grave offense. You will pay with your blood.
Yuuko Kanoe - Tasogare Otome x Amnesia
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She learned that she wasn’t normal back when she was six. Abel was nine then, a few years older than her and they went out playing outside. He was pushing her on the swing and that’s when people actually found her a little too peculiar; that people noticed the little things that made her different from the others. What they saw was a little girl talking and playing by herself, and a little cursed child living alone in a haunted mansion with the spirits of the house. Able was a ghost too and so were the other people in the mansion. And Ezreal wasn’t just a girl back then, she lived with the ability of able to see and communicate with the dead. But that didn’t change the fact that she till loved the spirits that grew up with her. Although, she grew up, they didn’t. Abel too stuck as the little boy he was when he died.
For Ezreal, she was used to seeing ghosts and creatures around her. There wasn’t any obstruction to her sight that prevented her to see what was hidden. Hence, it didn’t scare her finding another ghost standing before her. And instead, she was a frustrated knowing that it wasn’t her little ghostly friend but a face she doesn’t recognize. She couldn’t help but to spill more of her tears. “Stupid Abel where are you! I — I’m so lonely and scared and I don’t know where to go from here”
Um, this was awkward. Why was this girl crying? Just because she couldn't find her friend? Why didn't she just go back home and get him, then come back? She wasn't sure what to make of this situation. Her people skills weren't the best considering no one could see her. She died when she was 19, or well, she was murdered when she was 19. How long had it been since then? She wasn't sure but she was probably about 29 now. It had been ten good years since she was taken from the world of the living. Still, she had no memory of what happened or of who killed it. It was so nerve wracking to know that someone was out there, a murderer, who was free. Someone who didn't even feel sorry for killing her.
Saaya stood there for a moment and tried to think of what she should do to help this girl. She was human. Who knew there were still some humans that were cry babies. Saaya was sure if she said the wrong things then this girl wasn't going to stop crying anytime soon. Leaving her there in the middle of the street wouldn't be kind either so she decided that she mind as well help her. No one else seemed like they were going to. ugh, so troublesome. There goes her sweets.
"Where are you trying to go?"
She had a little fight with little Abel and now she felt so lost without him. Whenever she’s out from the very haunted mansion, little Abel would always be there to accompany her. The human world felt so different without the little ghost sticking up next to her and she was regretting the little fight they had (they were fighting over the trivial of things — Ezreal had stepped on a line of ants and didn’t feel sorry for it) — “Well sure it was easy for you, you’re a ghost. Stupid Abel” She mumbled to herself, as slow and inaudible to people who walked passing her by, not caring over the fact that there were a narrow trail of tears dribbling down her face. “Stupid Abel” She repeated through another mumbling, hands were brought to wipe the evidence of frustration on her face.
Without Abel, she couldn’t help but to feel so misplaced and alone. And she could feel as if she was being stared at — every particulars of the world seemed to heighten on her and she felt scared. She needed Abel. And it wasn’t long when she felt goose bump filling in her nerves; oh the joy. She knew what it was she was only human. So when ghosts were nearby, it felt different; as if a sudden chill was washing over her and she turned, finding a ghostly entity that wasn’t Abel. Ezreal frowned. “You’re not Abel — “
Saaya didn't have anyone to fight with. Connor was always nice to her and they always agreed on things. Their relationship was lovey-dovey and Saaya couldn't help but to giggle when she thought about it. The ghost had left her home to see what was going on outside. The house sure did get boring. It was too quiet but it was her place. She had all sorts of trinkets and shit she didn't need. Sometimes it was from the neighbors and sometimes it was from children who threw things into the yard by accident. That was always her favorite though. When children would come to retrieve what they had thrown to far and not being able to find it. Their confused expressions were the best. Saaya was able to leave the house because she had buried something that belonged to her somewhere. She had long forgotten what it had been but it had been something from her room before her family moved.
Now she could come and go as she pleased. She wondered what she could do today. Not everyone could see her and it was such a pain. There were so many interesting people but they couldn't see her. Some could see her but not hear her, some could hear her but not see her. She just couldn't win. It was such a pain in her ass. She decided that she wanted some ice cream. Yes, she can eat. She can do whatever you can do but of course she was dead. Though, her attention was taken when someone was talking to her. Who was Abel? She didn't know a Abel.
"Nope, sorry to disappoint ya."
This was a rare event, August actually out past dark—he usually took morning shifts for his job, and was home after classes by six at the latest. It made him uncomfortable, walking around with the only light being a few flicking lamp posts, and he was hurrying his step. Hands in his pockets, he was on edge—all the stories he’d heard and seen on the news of people getting robbed—August just couldn’t have that! His head whipped around just as he squealed (a very manly squeal) when he heard a voice not too far off. He could have sworn he was the only one on the street! “Ah…ha…I mean, yeah. It’s cold. You should wear mittens.” Smooth. He decided it was okay when he saw a female instead of a burly man.
Saaya blinked and glanced around. Was he talking to her? Staying silent for a moment answered her question. He was! Oh, he could see her! How wonderful was this. You know, ghosts get pretty lonely when their presence is never noticed. The girl moved forward and bent down just slightly, glancing down at him. He was a cute boy but he wasn't as handsome as her friend she had met in the park. This boy had a cuteness about him that would attract men like her friend from the park. If that made any sense. Basically, masculine men would come for this boy. Cute girls even. It seemed that she had scared him but she didn't care -- he could see her and that's all that mattered right now.
"I lost mine. Can we hold hands?"
Saaya wasn't sure when it had gotten so dark but she didn't like it. A ghost that wad afraid of the dark was strange but she couldn't help it. She didn't know what was in the dark -- though it didn't really matter considering she was already dead. oops. The girl headed down the side walk with her hands behind her back, humming a tune, one she didn't know how she knew.
"It's so cold out,"