“ i don’t think that’s greedy, i mean … that’s kind of your whole deal. “ the rooftop : an undiscussed meeting ground for the two of them, the place where they had met under truly drastic circumstances. knees curled, feet dangling off the edge of the slotted roof, looking off at the little town down the hill. it seemed so far away, that concept of normalcy when compared to the haunted house that bj and the maitlands had accidentally created.
tucking a dark strand behind her ear and squinting at the sunset, lydia reasoned: “ i mean … it must suck. having to ask someone to make you seeable. it makes me feel lucky. “ she turned, smiling a small, snarky smile at betelguese. “ sorry i teased you — when we first met. i’d be ripping out my hair waiting for somebody to just make me visible. — and i’m sorry i pushed you off the roof. but in my defense, you were kind of acting like an asshole, and i wasn’t having a good day. “ lydia chuckled. / @otherguide