BELLA
It has been three days since Micheal came back from the dead. I still feel like I'm crazy but this is the good kind of crazy, I don't care if he's back from the dead or if I'm in the land of the dead, he's with me that's all that matters.
I roll on my stomach as it makes loud noises, I smile embarrassed as a strong hand draws me closer to equally hard chests, and rests his head on the base of my neck.
"your stomach growls louder than an angry lion" he says
" Heyy" I begin to protest, but my stomach betrays me and growls louder, I turn, hiding my face to avoid looking in his eyes, but he raises my face and stares at me.
" don't be shy little one, it's actually pretty cute, like a baby dragon" the corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile, 'fuck, I was about to make a retort, what was it?'
The way his eyes sparkle mischievously, even the stars will have a hard time competing, the blue in them can drown out the seas, the shape of his lips,his nose, perfectly pointed set right in place on his heavenly sculptured face, yes, only the heavens can make a face like this, even angels would murmur...
" Hey.. bells.."
I realize he is talking to me, 'what did he say?'
"Uhmm?" I ask coming back from fairy land
" Where did you go, you scared the shit outta me"
"Really? " I ask stupidly, feeling proud for some reason.
He gives me the 'is she crazy look', and I realized I hadn't made any sense, but what can I say? Having him here on the same bed as me, holding me close was enough to drive me insane, wasn't it?
"We better find something for you to eat before your stomach brings down this house" he says, making to stand up,
"bells ? "
" Huh? " I reply absentmindedly staring into his eyes, lost in it's depths,
"oh" I say and jump back after I realise he had drawn my attention to how tight I had my arms wrapped around his neck, I smile sheepishly as he says
"good thing I don't have to breathe or else that would have caused some pretty good damage"
Huh, what did he mean by that? Did he mean that ghosts didn't need air? But could ghosts, hold things, could they smile and make you forget to breathe? Could they worry and fear and care? But most importantly, was Micheal a ghost?
I had been too scared and later on too excited in the last couple of days to actually reason, but now that I can, I start to remember things.
Micheals body was never found in the accident, every other body was there but his, except for his bloodied clothes, nothing else was found, I wasn't privy to information because well I was nothing to him.
I look up at the door, where he had just gone out from, 'is the person here with me really Micheal? If he is, then is he dead or alive?'
MICHAEL
I watch her eat the meal I prepared, she is so pretty, with her straight black hair that stops a little below her ears. Annie never allowed her grow her hair, she was always jealous of the natural beauty bells was, bells didn't need to wear any makeups. I have never actually seen her wear any, she never wore fancy dresses but her black skin glowed, her face was finely proportioned, her tits were firm and just the size of my palms, and her ass was the kind girls like Annie would kill for, she was perfect inside out, but she had no idea. She looks up at me briefly, smiles and looks back down at her plate
"are you still afraid of me?" I ask, 'why the fuck did I ask that? Was I ready for her response?Did I have an answer to the many questions I knew she had?'
"No" she replies, startling me. What did she mean by NO? She should be scared, she should be terrified and she says no? . I look at her face, searching for any hint that she was truly terrified of me and was only putting up a tough front, but there was nothing. If anything, she was curious. Did I want her to be afraid of me? I didn't want that, but wouldn't it be the normal reaction? Or maybe she is passed the fear, it's been three days after all.
"Are you really still alive"? She asks me.
How do I explain this to her, without finally hitting the button, the one that makes her run out the door screaming, she looks directly at me now, not hiding her face, curiosity and expectation evident on her face. What is she expecting? the truth? Can she accept it, accept me?
How can I tell such a truth?