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A Girl With Spirit: Chapter 7

It was dark yet when Claire awoke, grasping at Jamie’s solid form beneath her, making sure he was with her. “I’m still here, lass,” he answered to her touch and took the fingers that were twisting in his shirt with his hand. “I didn’t want to fall asleep…” her voice was watery as she stroked his knuckles with her thumb.

“It’s alright, Sassenach, you were tired.” Jamie pressed his mouth to the top of her head. “Ye have every right t’be.” Claire nuzzled her face into his chest. Feeling the sturdiness of him against her soft cheek, she was grateful, no matter how long they had. She took a deep breath, inhaling him, trying to hold some piece of him inside her.

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A Girl With Spirit: A Christmas Carol

Chapter 4

Claire and Jamie visit the past 👻

Instead of a cold city street, Jamie and Claire stepped into sunshine on lush green grass. “What is this?” she asked him.

“This is the Haberdashers’ Monmouth School for Girls,” Jamie answered and pointed to the large brick building with white windows behind her. She turned around and looked through the flowering trees to see a middle aged man dropping off a young girl. She knew just when they were.

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A Girl With Spirit: Chapters 2 & 3!

I forgot to post the Chapter 2 update yesterday lol so you can find that one here 🥰

And if you found that already, you can dive into Chapter 3 here. It’s Christmas Eve for Claire 👻

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shslcouriergirl replied to your post: *floats up to him* "Jamie?"

"I’m just really lonely right now…yanno…with us being dead. I wish we could wipe the blood off…your shirt’s all ruined."

He looked down at his shit and coughed again. He brought a hand to his mouth, and then saw his blood on it, "Ugh. This is annoying." He glared at his hand and sighed, "I still don't believe this is happening. I don't believe in ghosts, and so this whole thing is crazy. Why did you have to kill me with laundry detergent, why couldn't you make it less painful death at least?"