Creatures of the Dark

"Oh,"

He nodded, sitting back on the bed to look at her. “Now that I’m obviously not doped up with morphine, I meant what I said you know.”

"I barely remembered what you said. I
- everything is blurry, it wasn't nice."

“I told you I’m in love with you and you accused me of being drugged.”

"I should hoped you were drugged if you were just out of surgery." She snorted. "Being in love with me is just as ridiculous."

“I find it strange that you said it first.” He told her.

"I thought you were going to die, I don't think it should count. It wasn't... planned enough."

“I couldn’t think of a better time.” He assured her. “Oddly romantic in a way.” He told her playfully

"I - No. No it was horrific, can we not make light of it?" She swallowed.

“Okay then, yes it was horrific…I spend all of my time around souls and ghosts…it’s weird to feel like them too.”

"You - you felt like them?"

He nodded

"I need more detail then that. I don't know what that means."

“Ghosts feel…well…” he thought about how best to explain it. “Imagine being shoved in a freezer, somewhere so cold you can’t even breathe, you feel suffocated.” He told her. “Death is anything it peaceful, you still hear everything, but then you hear other things too, almost like the whole world is collapsing in around you it’s deafening.”

She swallowed, cautiously moving over to sit beside hin on the bed. "Oh."

He looked to her.

She hesitated, before holding her arms out to him, offering a hug. "That must have been really scary for you."

He happily hugged her back

She wrapped arms around him gently, tangling her fingers in his hair as she leant her head against his.

He held her close to him gently running a hand through her hair

"When was the uh.. the first time you could see them?"

“I was four…it was my grandma.”

"Oh. You were only a baby, then.'

He nodded. “She died five years before I was born.” He shrugged. “Freaked my parents and my siblings out.”

"Yeah I bet."