"So? What's your next move?"Ken asks raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I ask
"You let him go. Now what are you going to do? It's not like he gave you the exact answers you were looking for. Frankly speaking that was useless. So... what are you going to do next? " He asked
"I don't know. After all, I am a stranger to him, that's all anyone would be willing to talk with a stranger.Besides what more could I possibly have done? Tie him up to the chair until he tells me everything that has ever happened to him in his whole life, like a kidnapper?
"Wow! You certainly do have some colourful ideas. But no, what I meant was that, you could have followed him. If your gut tells you that you know him, then you shouldn't have held back." He suggests.
"He lives outside this town. I think I've demonstrated enough how good I am with directions. Plus how would I come back!?. I know my legs won't hurt, but I'm not walking!"
"You could take the bus. Or you could just stay there. Is coming back here really that important?" he suggests.
"Again, I don't know anything about this place or any place. The only people I know and trust is you and Margaret. So I have to come back. I can't just get up on any bus. It's not like I can get around asking 'alive' people for their advice either." I snapped. It was quite clear that I was very frustrated.
"Okay, sorry I ever said anything." Ken rolls his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help but I'm just trying to process everything." I sigh. "You know what you can leave if you want. I'll come back home later." I say softly.
"Are you sure? " He asks me raising an eyebrow, to which I reply with a smile whilst nodding.
"Well, just don't get involved in some kind of mess alright? I have someplace to go so I'll see you later."
I spend hours racking my brain about what should I do next. Since he owns this place I decided to ask a barista about him. They didn't know that much about him, all they could tell me is that he was the owner and he visits for a monthly evaluation by himself to keep Check of things, after he moved to the city with his family.
With the limited information I had on him it was turning out more tough than it was supposed to be.
I didn't wanna sit in this cafe the whole day like I'm waiting for someone, like some sad person, so to calm myself down I decided to go to my secret place. That's right, during my stay here in this town for over a month I took the liberty to roam around the city. One fine day I found an abandoned building, where an alive person would think twice before going into. I remember running away, only to end up here, after I failed possession for the N'th time. As a ghost I passed right through the locked doors and went straight to the terrace. It was seven floors but my legs can't feel pain so why not. It was lonely there but at the same time very much peaceful for me. But even with calming surroundings I failed to push away my worries and thoughts. How much of an anxietic human was I?
As the sun went down, I decided to go and sit on the edge of the building enjoying the view. It was quiet nice. It's supposed to be dangerous for sitting here, and I think I vaguely remember someone not telling me to do this. Must have been my parents, but what's the point of being careful now that I am dead? I just have to protect the charm and I'm good to go right? So I decide to walk on the edge and practice my balance. I wanted to see how far I can go. It was quiet fun! And before I knew it, I was busy playing over it like some kid.
I wonder what kind if person I was. Was I this playful as a human? Or was I someone completely different. I do remember being good with computer so maybe I was a nerd? Thoughts like that came to me a lot for the past month. But after today I started to feel something else. What if I was a bad person? Person who deserved to die? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I was meddling in someone's marriage, that someone being Timothy. Or maybe we were just close, in a non romantic way, otherwise he would be pretty shaken up right? Maybe no one told him I'm dead. Or what if he's the reason I'm dead. I thought of all kinds of crazy ideas through out the whole day and it was staring to drain me out. I never knew ghosts can get tired. After all I did enjoy having extra hours when I didn't have to sleep.
In all my thoughts suddenly I slipped, and was about to fall down from a height of seven floors, when suddenly I feel someone holding my hand from above. I look up to see who it was, as I realize it was a guy in a formal dress, who looked like a zombie as if he hasn't slept for days.
"What the hell are you doing miss!! This is no place to commit suicide." he said with a heavy voice.
"I'm sorry, are you saying that there is a place designated for committing suicide then?" I ask skeptically. I don't know why I did that, he was just trying to do the right thing.
"Listen, I know you have your valid reasons for doing something like this but trust me suicide is never the answer." he tries to convince me.
"Okay! I trust you!" I tell him to quickly avoid further confrontation because he clearly misunderstood the situation.
Suddenly I remembered something. Ain't I a ghost! I should be invisible to him right?. Did I manifest my apparition again. Oh God! I have to learn to control that. I'm gonna ask Ken to make it the next thing to teache me.
"Miss, come with me." he suggests.
"I wish I could. But I have other things to do. I promise I won't kill myself." I tried to reason with him. And I was back to using my hand guestures to prove a point. But of course I couldn't convince him.
"And why not? How can I trust you that you won't kill yourself." he asked
"Because I can't? I'm physically incapable of killing myself." I said awkwardly. It's not like it makes sense but I don't know what else to say, so why not the truth. Maybe if he still doesn't believe me I'll actually jump of the building to prove what I mean. But boy, will I scare him bad. I should try to resolve this a bit differently.
"What?" He looks at me like I've grown crazy. Suddenly he lowers his gaze and stares as if he noticed something. As I follow his gaze only to find out he was looking at my... Breast?! What a creep!! I back away and shout "HEY!! Where are you looking you creep?!"
"What?!.." flustered at the accusation he looked up and realized what I was referring to. "I was looking at your locket. Please don't get the wrong idea!" he quickly defends himself while blushing.
"But why?! It's just some regular locket" I ask him unable to make sense of anything.
"Nope! That locket explains a lot. You are dead aren't you." he states.
My eyes widen at his statement. How does he know about this? Is he some sort of ally or enemies of ghosts? Wait, is he going to destroy it now that he has caught me! I started panicking and I'm sure if I had a blood in my system, my blood pressure would be very high right now.