"I don't quite understand." She rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of hair from her face.
"What a surprise." Sarcasm laced her voice, raspy and thick.
"No, you don't get to be like that. Tell me why your here." Another eye roll.
"It's called a haunting sweetheart." My hands flew upward as my exasperation skyrocketed.
"Well why, sweetheart, are you haunting me?!" A small smile tugged on her lips as she continued watching me. I could feel her gaze burn through me as I paced, hands on my hips, gaze locked to the damp floor.
"Cause I like you, Richard."
"Don't call me that."
"I'll call you as I please. I'm the one haunting aren't I?"
"But why?!" Again, she released a huff of air, rolling her tired eyes at me. The more I looked at them, the older they appeared; heavy worn and empty.
"As I was saying, before your rudely interrupted me," she raised a finger, silencing my objection, "I need your help."
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Mystery / Thriller"Cause I like you, Richard." "Don't call me that." "I'll call you as I please. I'm the one haunting aren't I?" "But why?!" Again, she released a huff of air, rolling her tired eyes at me. The more I looked at them, the older they appeared; heavy wo...
