Author: J. A. Hunter
Date: 2013-09-23 07:00:00+00:00
Description: When the Archers move in next door to Ally Dahl, things aren't as they appear. The arrival of Reed Archer sets Ally's heart and life into constant confusion. When she finally learns of his ghostly secret she is forced to face a life of danger, death, and facing her worst fears. Being tossed into a world she never knew existed to be with a man she can't touch may prove deadly, but in the ghost world, love never dies.

Spirited

By J.A. Hunter

Preface

Growing up, my fears evolved. From a fear of the dark- to fear of bugs and crawly things- to my fear of dying, I faced them all…but one.

I was looking my last fear in the face but I was surprisingly at ease. The choice was mine and I chose love over life.

He told me I wouldn't feel anything- wouldn't even see it coming. Everything would just turn dark- I hoped he was right.

All my life my parents had been my heroes- giving selflessly and sacrificing. It was my turn to pay it forward. They promised me that I would do great things when I grew up- told me I was going to live a long and happy life full of successes. I wouldn't know if that were true. My death had a date, a time, and the minutes had already passed.

As I stood in the dark cemetery, I felt the wind blow harder. I was never afraid of the wind, but it had new meaning- It brought death. A chill crawled up my spine, causing me to wrap my arms around myself in the last embrace I would ever feel- I just wished it was his.

I heard the leaves of the oak trees blow violently telling me it was time. I could see the end approaching- hopping from one tree to the next.

Suddenly there was silence. The leaves continued to blow but the sound ended, I was deafened by fear. I closed my eyes and took in my final breath- I wished one last time that it wouldn't hurt.

One

I could feel my blankets warming from the morning sun blasting through my window. It was a calming way to wake up and the reason I chose the room facing east. The entire summer I was gently woken by the sun. This morning was different- I didn't have time to bask in the glow and enjoy my freshly warmed blankets. I had to get ready for another year of school.

My eyes fluttered open and I sighed deeply at the thought of homework, class schedules and the pothole littered bus ride every morning. I was promised a car when I turn 18, which was only a couple months away but it felt like years. I had already planned which streets I would take to get to school to make it a smooth ride. But wishing wouldn't get me to school.

I looked at the picture on my nightstand of me and my little sister. It always gave me the courage I needed to get out of bed. Unfortunately the memories of the day we lost her often followed. Memories that wouldn't fade easily as the scar across my leg also kept them close. I knew no matter what I had to face, it would never be harder than that day.

I shuffled my feet to the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. I stared at myself in the mirror, inspecting every curve of my face for blemishes or lines. Last year I was a new junior with a new pimple that everyone noticed. I couldn't hide it- it was so big it should have been carrying my backpack for me. I was relieved to see this year would be different.

As soon as the mirror disappeared behind the steam I got in the shower. I always turned the hot water on as high as it could go. I loved the burning prickly feeling on my skin. But since my parents usually had their shower first, it never lasted long. I learned how to keep my showers short before the water turned cold.

I could hear them downstairs as I got dressed-my favorite green t-shirt and jeans. Green always made my red hair brighter and matched my pale green eyes.

I could hear my mother's laugh as I left my room- it was one of a kind. Some found it annoying, but I grew up with it, so to me it was familiar and calming. But I was happy I didn't inherit it. My dad loved it, I believe it is the reason he married her in the first place. He loved how he could make her laugh hysterically with such little effort- maybe it's a male pride thing.

"Good morning honey" my mother smiled as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning baby girl" my dad smiled as well.

"Good morning" I mumbled the words on my way to the coffee pot.

I could remember the day I started drinking coffee and the backlash I got for taking the last cup. I probably should have planned for it so they could make extra but I was young and curious. You spend your childhood waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and you want to find out what the fuss was about. It took a week of experimentation to find the perfect ratio of coffee, cream, and sugar.

"Are you excited to start the year?" My dad asked as he sipped from his mug.

"Kind of, I think I would be more excited if I had a car" I shot my best innocent look at him.

"I'm sure you would be, and in a couple more months you can find out" he smirked teasingly.

"I know, I know, it’s the bus until then" I sighed disappointed.

"Is the bus really that bad?" My mother chimed in.

"No, it's worse"

"Would you rather I give you a ride?" My dad offered, knowing I would decline.

"No thanks, I have a popularity problem as it is, no offense"

"None taken, I don't need your approval to know I'm cool" he laughed.

I spent the rest of the morning in silence, devouring my coffee. Normally I would have had breakfast but my stomach was in knots and I didn't think I could hold it down. I was nervous to see everyone again, to return to my unsavory social standard.

I spent the entire summer with Heather and Alex. After 7 years they finally decided to start dating halfway through vacation. Unfortunately I felt like a 3rd wheel and stayed home reading the rest of the summer.

"Looks like someone finally bought the house next door" My dad commented as we all walked out of the house.

"It's about time. That place has been empty for a long time" my mother added.

The bright green moving truck took up most of the street. Large moving men disappeared in the back and reappeared with their arms full of boxes. A young girl played solo in the front yard, pulling a dirty little doll behind her. I couldn't spot her parents, but I was certain they were within eyesight of the child. I was also sure I would eventually meet them as I watched the little girl staring at me wide-eyed and smiling. She seemed friendly and I could tell she was the type that would linger around.

I turned away and started to the bus stop as my parents left for work. It was nice being able to spend the mornings together. Since the accident my dad took a new job at a local bank, which gave him more time at home. It was less money than the law firm he was working for before, but my mother and I were happy to trade our lavish spending for more time with him. I still had a couple hours alone after school before they got home- I enjoyed the time to myself.

I stopped at the corner of the street, let out a large annoyed sigh, and looked at the group of freshman and sophomores waiting at the bus stop. I must have been the only senior that would be riding the bus to school. It already felt like it was going to be a long year.

Before I could step off the curb toward the group of children a small convertible came to a screeching stop in front of me.

"Hey Chickie" Heather yelled from the driver's seat.

"Hi Ally" Alex smiled as he opened the passenger door and stepped out.

"Need a ride?" Heather laughed.

"When did you get this?' I inquired as I slid in behind Alex's seat.

"Me and Alex pooled our money together. We had to start our senior year right."

"Except I never get to drive" Alex chuckled as he kissed Heather's cheek.

"That's because you can't ride a bike, let alone drive a car." Heather joked back.

"The state of North Carolina disagrees" He bowed his chest proudly.

"We both know you paid off the driving instructor" Heather laughed as she put the car in gear and spun the tires.

"So what's new Ally?" She directed her attention to me.

"I have new neighbors" I commented.

"Oh, wow, anyone interesting move in?"

She asked like she was interested, but I knew she was trying to find out if there was a boy my age. She always teased me about not dating. The last boyfriend I had was in middle school. We went out for 2 days before I caught him eating lunch with another girl in our class. I was tossed aside for a cupcake a day from some middle school trollop handing out her baked goods to anyone who wanted them.

"No, I just saw a little girl in the yard. No cute boys"

"That's ok, maybe you'll see Cory when we get to school" Heather smirked mischievously.

"Cory? Why would I want to see Cory?" I acted confused, even though I knew he liked me.

"What's wrong with Cory?" She interrogated.

"Nothing really…he is just kind of a jock." My nose scrunched.

"And? What's wrong with jocks?" Alex asked offended. I nearly forgot he played for the school soccer team.

"Nothing, sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. Cory is just…the classic jock. You know what I mean…rude with no plans for the future except to play sports." I frowned at the thought of dating someone who was always sweaty and conceited.

"Personally I love watching Alex play, it always gets me in the mood to make-out" Heather laughed as she looked Alex up and down.

"I don't think I am really used to you two being together yet." I laughed.

"Oh! Quiet! I love this song!" Alex demanded as he turned the radio up, stopping our conversation.

The ride to school was pleasant. Heather avoided all the potholes, the sun and breeze kept us comfortable and I didn't have to step foot on the big yellow bus.

As we pulled into the parking lot I watched all the students gather in front of the school to reunite with each other. It happened every year in the same way. Whoever got there first would reserve a corner of the courtyard for everyone to gather into. The entire school was littered with little cliques of friends.

I would have had to do the same thing to wait for Heather and Alex if she didn't pick me up. They were my only real friends. I had acquaintances that I would say hello to but never really spent time outside of school with. I preferred it that way. In a world of everyone knowing everything you do, I wanted to stay as far under the radar as I could. I didn't even have a Facebook page and if I did, nobody would want to be on it.

I checked my schedule against Heather and Alex's. For the most part we had different classes except for gym class and drama with Heather and geometry with Alex. We didn't even have the same lunch period.

"Looks like we won't be seeing each other much" I frowned.

"Seems that way, but at least we have a couple of classes together" Heather tried to make me feel better.

"I can always get kicked out of classes so they change my schedule" Alex joked.

"You'd better not. I don't want you kicked off the soccer team" Heather scolded him.

"It's ok, we can always hang out after school" I offered.

The first bell rang and we went our separate ways. My first period class was writing. I signed up for it as an easy A. English and creative writing were always my strong points and I even had a story published when I was a freshman.

I knew the teacher, Mr. Marenco. When I had him for English 1, I had a small crush on him, along with most of the girls in the class. He was younger than many of the teachers in our school so we were able to relate to him easier.

The crush was apparently gone as I sat in the class wishing it would end. Looking at the clock every few seconds made it go by even slower. I got lost in my thoughts as he discussed the class syllabus and rules for using laptops on the school network. Eventually the bell rang and brought me back to reality.

My next class was drama with Heather. It was an elective we both decided to take- another easy A. We were determined to make our senior year as carefree as possible.

Sometimes we talked about college and where we would like to go, but that was often replaced with shopping and boys.

The rest of the day was monotonous as all the teachers did their best to pound the rules into our heads. The same process and procedures were made apparently clear. By the end of the day I could recite every bit of information.

As I made my way to the parking lot Heather and Alex were already there, kissing against their car. I slowed my walk to a shuffle to give them a little more time.

"Ally!" my hair stood on the back of my neck at the sound of his voice.

"Hey Cory" I gave a halfhearted smile.

"I thought I was going to go through the day without seeing you" he ran up and pulled me into him in an awkward hug.

"Nice to see you too" I lied.

"So listen, some of us are getting together this weekend to celebrate the start of our senior year. My parents will be out of town so it will be at my place. Why don't you and your friends stop by?" He smiled largely. "I could use a pretty girl on my arm." He added.

His eyes burned through me as he looked me up and down. He didn't even try to hide his perverted stare.

"I'll ask them and get back to you" I lied again. "I have to get going, they're waiting for me"

I tried to walk away before he could grab me again but I wasn't fast enough. He pulled me by my shoulders into his chest and hugged me again- the smell of sweat and too much cologne burned my nose.

"I hope you make it, I love seeing you" He whispered in my ear, making the hairs on my neck dance again.

"We'll see"

"What was that all about?" Heather laughed as I walked up to the car.

"Beats me" I cringed.

"That boy has it hard for you" She teased.

"I doubt it; I'm just another girl he hasn't been with yet"

I didn't say much during the car ride home. I just enjoyed the crisp bite in the air as the afternoon sun started to burn off. Asheville always had the most beautiful nights. The air would cool, the breeze would rustle the leaves and all the artists would come out and enjoy the natural beauty. It was a haven for creative minds. If you didn't paint or draw, you played an instrument or started a co-op.

We had a high rate of tourism, especially in the fall when the leaves changed to orange and red.  The small community attracted campers, hippies, and free thinkers. There was never a shortage of events or causes you could join to stay active.

We also had a large homeless population, which was the subject of many debates. But even the homeless were happy in Asheville and I never felt unsafe walking downtown at night.

As we pulled into my driveway I noticed the moving truck was gone. The front yard of the new neighbor's house was littered in empty boxes. I knew they would stay there until the next morning when the recycling truck would come by.

"Same time tomorrow morning?" Heather asked.

"Sure, but can you pick me up here instead of at the bus stop?" I teased.

"Sure. See you then." She popped her car into reverse and let it drift out of my driveway. I stayed and watched until she was out of sight.

Before I could get my key into the front door I was interrupted by a small voice.

"Were those your friends?" She asked innocently as she picked at the matted hair of her doll.

"Yes they were" I answered politely.

"My name is Katie Archer, what's yours?" She smiled brightly as though she rehearsed it all day.

"I'm Ally. It's nice to meet you" I extended my hand to shake hers.

"We moved in today"

"I know, I saw you this morning"

"I like my new bedroom, it's pink" She babbled on.

"I like pink too." I tried to play along but something inside me kept screaming to run inside.

"My brother says it's a princess room cause I'm a princess." She gloated as she rocked on her heels.

"Oh, you have a brother?"

"Mhm, he is older than me but we are best friends." She giggled cutely. I could see how much she admired him.

"I haven't met him yet." I commented.

"He's shy. But I told him he needs to make friends instead of going in the woods alone all the time."

"He likes to hike in the woods?"

"Yeah, sometimes he lets me come, I like watching the squirrels run around-they're funny" She laughed with a wide smile, showing her lost baby teeth.

"I have to go now" She continued as I heard her name being called from her house. "It was nice meeting you Ally. Maybe we can play sometime."

"I'd like that. It was nice meeting you too Katie"

I watched as she frolicked toward her house. Sometimes I wished I could still be a child, innocent and carefree. I envied her in that way.

Katie reminded me of my sister Nina and how young she was. She was always carefree and smiling. Even as a baby she rarely fussed. She had the kind of presence that made everyone in the room just feel better.

I began thinking about how I would never see her grow up- never see what kind of woman she would be. I always wanted to pass down the knowledge of growing up. I wanted to help her with boys and her first date. I wanted to help her pick out outfits and finish her homework. So many things many big sisters take for granted I would never have with her.

I tried to think of something else and began to imagine Katie's brother. I told Heather there was nobody interesting living next door, but I could be wrong. By the way Katie talked about him, he must be nice.

I laid my backpack on the floor of the atrium and went to the kitchen for something to drink. The curtains above the sink were wide open and I could see Katie in her backyard playing with her doll. She was so engulfed in conversation with the stuffed baby that she didn't notice me. I ducked away before she looked up.

I heard Katie laughing loudly as I closed the fridge and snuck another peek. A young man stood behind the neighbor's fence, watching as Katie danced around with her dolly. Just as intently as he watched her, I started watching him.

His dark tousled hair covered half his eyes-but I could still see the bright blue peeking through the strands. He had a medium build, not too thin, but not stocky. He looked healthy. His curved face made him seem younger than the build of his body showed him to be.

He smiled as Katie continued her play. His skin seemed to almost glow and there was a sparkle in his eyes as he watched her.  I could see the love for her and knew it had to be her brother. I could see the resemblance in his face- they almost had the same nose.

"What are you looking at?" My mother asked as she walked in the kitchen.

"Nothing- how was work?" I quickly turned around to greet her.

"Busy as usual, we were understaffed again" The hospital had gone through cutbacks which left only a handful of nurses. My mother was one of the lucky ones.

"Well hopefully it gets better soon. You always look exhausted when you get home" I worried about her overdoing it. She wasn't as young as she used to be.

"Speaking of exhausted, why don't we order dinner tonight?" She sat at the table and started thumbing through the stack of take-out menus we collected from our mailbox.

"Chinese?" I hoped.

"Sure, you know what your father likes, you can order" She handed me the phone.

I placed the order, set the phone down and looked out the window again. I just wanted one more look at him, but nobody was there. I laughed at myself as I imagined Katie inside smearing dirt all over the neighbor's couch with her dolly.

I heard the door as my dad bellowed out his hello. His footsteps were louder than usual while he made his way to the kitchen.

"Hi sweetie" he smiled as he kissed my cheek.

"Hi dad"

"Where is your mom?" He asked.

"I think she's in the shower, we ordered Chinese for dinner"

"That sounds good, how was school?"

"It was ok. Heather got a car so I didn't have to take the bus"

"Well that's nice; I hope she is a good driver if she is going to be delivering my precious cargo" He hinted concern.

Since the accident my dad often got overly emotional when he talked about me. I always dismissed it as praise that I was still with him, but I could also feel the hurt in his voice, almost as though talking about me caused him to think about Nina.

"She is" I lied. The truth is her driving scared the hell out of me.

The doorbell rang and my dad leapt into action. Even though my mother left the money on the table for the food, he felt it was his duty to pay for it- another glitch of male pride.

We spent the night talking over Chow Mein and egg rolls and watching reruns of 80's T.V. shows. It was the only sense of normalcy we had together. Even after 3 years we often caught ourselves sitting in silence lost in our own thoughts. We all knew what each other was thinking but none of us had the courage to say anything out loud.

The next morning was redundant. I took a shower, got dressed, had coffee and waited for Heather to pull into the driveway. I sat on the porch swing enjoying the morning air.

The grass was coated in a thin layer of dew from the moist night. Across the street two squirrels were running up a nearby oak tree playfully and I remembered Katie mentioning her like for them.

As my eyes panned across the thick forest I was startled by the dark figure standing at the edge. His ink black hair disappeared into the shadows of the woods behind him- but his pale face seemed to shine brightly. He stood so still it was statuesque.

I saw a small sparkle in his pupils as he stared back at me, emotionless. A chill ran up my spine, causing my eyes to shut as I shuddered. Once I opened them again, he was gone.

I recognized him from yesterday, the young man watching Katie. I remembered her telling me how her brother liked to explore the forest by himself. It made me wonder why he didn't have to go to school like I did. He looked to be around my age.

I didn't have a chance to see where he went before Heather came around the corner, much faster than she should have been.

"Come on Ally- we are going to be late" Alex hollered as he jumped out of the car.

My eyes stayed fixated on the empty spot of the woods as I walked to the car. I slid into the back seat, still looking around for him as Heather pulled away from my house.

I couldn't stop thinking about him during the drive to school. What was it about him that had me so flustered?

Heather and Alex carried on their own conversation. I nodded or laughed when I caught a comment being directed toward me.

I spent the first few classes thinking about the boy and the look in his eyes. He didn't blink, didn't move, it was almost as if my mind made him up. It wasn't until 5th period gym class that Heather confronted me.

"What is up with you?" She asked concerned.

"Nothing, why?" I flashed the most innocent smile I could muster.

"You've been so distant this morning"

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind" I tried to be cryptic, hoping she would drop it.

"Like what?" She didn't drop it.

"I've been seeing this guy…"

"Well it's about time- tell me all about him" Heather's voice when up 3 octaves to a gossip squeal.

"No, it's not like that. It's weird; he was just watching me this morning. I think it's the neighbor's son"

"Oh, sounds like you have a stalker. Is he at least cute?" Of course Heather could turn a stalking into a hookup.

"Actually, he is extremely cute. He has these deep blue eyes and scruffy hair and…"

"Ally! Do you have a crush?" Heather shouted louder than I wanted her to, drawing the attention of the rest of the gym class.

"Crap! I think I do" I laughed as my cheeks flushed apple red.

"Maybe you should say hi next time" She advised.

Heather should have known I wasn't confident enough to put myself out that way. I was often the girl in the back of the group and never the one leading.

"NO WAY! If he wants to meet me, he can make the first move"

I remembered Katie telling me he was shy. If I really left it up to him, would we ever really meet?

"Get over it and get flirting" Heather demanded. I knew then the conversation wasn't going to change.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the coach commanded us into a line and started calling out the names for the dodge ball teams. When Heather got called to a team I hoped I was on the other team. Maybe a dodge ball to her head would spark better advice.

The hour went by quickly and I was taken out of the game as soon as it started. Sports were never my strong point. I was just happy the ball hit my leg. The last time I played dodge ball there was so much blood. My nose was swollen for two weeks.

I sat quietly, listening to my geometry teacher ramble on about angle bisectors and planes. Alex spent the glass chewing on his pen when he wasn't doodling on his notebook. He looked even more bored than I was.

Halfway through the class the door opened and I sighed annoyed. Cory walked in gripping a white slip in his large hand. I knew what it was before he reached Mr. Charlone and was directed to the only empty seat left in the class, the one beside me.

"Hey Ally." Cory smiled as his eyes stared through me.

"Hi."

"It's a nice surprise that you're in this class." He lied- I frowned. I wasn't convinced that the class change had nothing to do with me.

Throughout my junior year Cory tried getting my attention. Even when he dated half the cheerleading squad and the random Barbie doll, he still went after me. On the days when my self-esteem was especially low I found myself enjoying the pursuit and attention. But in the end, he was just an annoyance.

As soon as the bell rang I dodged Cory and sprinted for the door. I don't even remember why I signed up for the class. I wasn't sure what I was going to study in college, but I knew it wouldn't have anything to do with geometry.

Heather sped off as soon as I stepped out of the car. From the conversation she and Alex were having on the way home I could tell they needed time alone.

Before I went inside I looked toward the woods, hoping to see the boy again- but he was nowhere to be seen. I went to the kitchen and looked out the window and didn't see him or Katie in the backyard either.

My parents came home and we had dinner while we watched T.V. in silence. I knew what they were thinking about, but I was still thinking about him. The more I pictured him the cuter he seemed. Even his intense stare started to seem charming.

As the clock changed to 10, I kissed my parents goodnight and went upstairs. I brushed my hair in the mirror, untangling the day. I slipped on my nightgown and crawled under my blankets.

I could hear the breeze outside my window pushing the branches of the large oak tree in the yard. The cracking of the branches seemed louder than usual and I closed the window.

I shut the light off and shut my eyes. I was able to drift to sleep quickly.

The light was bright and the birds chirped a sonnet of bliss. I felt warm all over as the sun beat down on my bare arms. I walked slowly off the porch, enjoying the beautiful day that surrounded me.

Even as warm as the rays were, a sudden chill came over me. I felt as though I was being watched, the same feeling I had when I saw his piercing blue eyes penetrating me.

I hesitated at the end of my yard and searched for him. It wasn't hard to find him- standing in the middle of the road. His stare was fixated on me as his body stayed as still as death. It took a moment for my brain to command my feet to move.

As I inched my way closer, he remained- emotionless, cold, unnerving. I continued- swallowing hard every breath I took.

As I reached him, only his eyes moved, following me. They connected with mine. The deep blue I had admired from afar had swirling waves of grey in them.

"Hello?" I stuttered as my hands shook under my skin. He didn't reply.

"Who are you?" His silence continued.

Before I could ask another question his body radiated a blinding light. The tears in my eyes forced them closed and he was gone.

I woke in a cold sweat-my skin still warm from the sun.

My heart beat under my chest as I tried to calm my breathing. I laughed at my overt interest in someone I had never even met.

Two

Each morning I waited for Heather to pick me up, I couldn't stop myself from constantly looking around, trying to catch even a glimpse of the new stranger in my life. He was never there. He may have never been there at all.

With each passing day, I had gotten closer to believing that I made him up. That he was simply a figment of my lonely imagination. The perfect man molded in my mind and brought to life by my wishes.

That was until I saw him again, in the backyard- playing with Katie. It was time to meet him. I ran from my kitchen and out the back door. But as quickly as I saw him, he was gone again, as was Katie. I was beginning to feel discouraged before I heard the faint sound of the doorbell. I hurried inside as it rang again. Peering through the peephole I couldn't see anyone, but it rang again.

"Hi Ally" Katie's little voice greeted me. At only 4 feet tall it was no wonder why I didn't see her in the peephole.

"Hi Katie" I mumbled as my eyes were drawn to her brother standing behind her.

"Umm Hi" I greeted him nervously. Just like my dream his eyes were speckled with swirls of light gray.

Like an optical illusion the swirls seemed in constant movement even though he stood completely still.

"Hi" His voice was soft and shallow.

There was a small hint of adolescence peeking through the deeper tone. I watched his lips part as he spoke-the first movement I had ever seen from him.

"Do you want to come hiking with us? Reed said it's ok" Katie invited excitedly.

Finally, a name to the face, Reed- it didn't suit him at all. He looked more like a Josh, or a David. But I liked it.

"Sure." I shyly replied, still caught in Reed's glare.

Katie skipped between me and Reed as we crossed the street to the woods.

I did my best not to stare, but his stride was long and flowing. He wasn't tall enough for such a long stride. I stood at 5'2" and he only had a few inches on me- perhaps 5'8" or 5'9". His shortness with his stocky build made him seem bigger than he really was.

"There is this pond I want to show you" Katie smiled.

"Sounds pretty" I replied. Reed didn't say much, didn't look in my direction, just continued alongside Katie.

We entered through a break in the forest line. Small gaps in the tree tops allowed beams of light in. There was a clearly beaten path for us to follow. The woods were often used by teenagers looking for privacy and I was expecting to run across young couples at any moment.

It was quiet though. There were no animals or birds chirping and barely the sound of leaves crunching beneath our feet. It offered a bit of solace- it was the kind of place I could see myself visiting often.

As we continued deeper into the woods, I let myself fall back further from them, giving me the chance to admire Reed without being caught.

He was so light on his feet, the complete opposite of my hard steps. His tight t-shirt clung to his body, letting me see his form beneath it. He wore a pair of tattered jeans and black and white sneakers. He wasn't flashy in the way he dressed and you can see he wore what was comfortable.

While I stared I felt a tug on my ankle as I tripped on a vine. I reached out to catch myself on Reed but must have missed because I found myself on the ground. The sharp sting and small trickles of blood on my knee showed the hard rocks I landed on. Of course it had to happen on a day I was wearing shorts.

Flush red in embarrassment I quickly picked myself up and dusted off, hoping he didn't see my clumsiness. I was always so sure footed, but I learned my lesson about paying attention.

"Are you ok?" He turned concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, I was devastated.

"Are you sure? You're bleeding" He continued to interrogate.

"Yeah it's nothing." I hissed through my teeth as I flashed a fake smile. Katie giggled at me.

He turned back and we continued on- I limped through the pain. As we approached the pond the throbbing in my leg stopped. Katie ran to the edge and looked into the clear water.

The pond couldn't have been much larger than a swimming pool. There were overgrown shrubs surrounding the other side and large rocks offered a place for me to sit.

I stopped at the edge of the pond next to Katie, waiting to see where Reed would go. I waited for him to take a seat on the large boulders along the edge of the water. I lingered beside Katie a little longer-not to seem desperate to get closer to him.

Once Katie started playing in the water I slowly made my way to the rocks and climbed up-sitting next to him.

"So your Katie's brother" I looked away ashamed that it was the best line I could think of to start a conversation.

"Yep, for 6 years now" he laughed. His hollow chuckle was soothing.

"How do you like your new house?"

"It seems nice. I haven't spent enough time there yet to know for sure."

Of course he hasn't, he only moved in last week.

"How old are you?" I felt the need to ask. His face made him seem young but his body added maturity- it was hard to guess his age.

"18 and you?" He finally turned to look at me, catching my eyes with his.

I paused. The swirls grabbed me and pulled me in.

"Umm...17, almost 18" I quickly corrected. I didn't want him looking at me like a child.

"Do you go to school?" I didn’t want him to stop talking. There was a small hint of south in his voice that appealed to me.

"No, not anymore. But you do, right?" He turned back to me.

"Yes, it’s my last year though" I perked up proudly, doing my best not to slouch.

"What else do you do?" He asked.

"You mean for fun?"

"Yeah"

"Hang out with friends, read, and watch TV." I sounded so boring. I bet he was used to older girls who took road trips and snuck into clubs.

"I miss watching TV" He frowned.

"Miss it?" I was confused. Did they not own a TV?

"Umm, the cable isn't hooked up yet" He explained quickly,

I ran out of nerves to ask anything else and we sat quietly for what felt like an eternity.

I occasionally stole a glance, piecing together each part of him in my mind. He sat so still, so calmly. I on the other hand couldn't stop fidgeting. I would sit with my legs tucked under me, then bring my knees to my chest, then sit Indian style, then stand for a moment, then sit again. But none of my movements caught his attention.

The sun began to set and the shadows of the woods started to grow.

"Time to go home Katie" Reed commanded.

"Ok…coming!" she yelled from the far corner of the pond.

We both stood and I followed as Reed effortlessly climbed down the rocks- I was more careful.

The walk back seemed shorter, and quieter. Neither of us spoke a word until we were out of the woods.

"It was really nice meeting you Ally" He smiled brightly as Katie skipped her way across the street.

"It was nice meeting you also" I extended my hand to shake his- but he simply glanced at it and turned away.

I slowly pulled my hand back and tucked it into my pocket insulted.

"Bye Ally!" Katie called from the front yard of her house.

"Bye Katie"

I slowly walked up my driveway, watching Reed as he escorted Katie inside. Once out of sight I let out a huge sigh. A flood of emotions coursed through me as my mind swirled around his image.

There was something about him I couldn’t read. The way he kept his distance made it seem as though he didn't want to have anything to do with me. The way he smiled at me, stared into my eyes and the tone of his voice when he talked to me made me feel as though we had known each other intimately for years.

"Hi Honey" my mom greeted as I walked into the house.

"Hi Mom"

"Where have you been? You almost missed dinner" She smiled as she set a plate on the table for me.

"I was hiking with the neighbors"

"The neighbors?" She looked confused.

"Yeah, the little girl Katie and her brother" I explained.

"Oh, how are they? I haven't had time to go introduce ourselves"

"They are very nice" I tried sounding genuine

"You don't sound so sure"

"Well Reed seems a bit distant and weird" Weird was the nicest I could be- rude, creepy, and sullen were more accurate.

"Weird how?"

"Just…off in some way." I tried explaining further but it eluded even me.

"Well I hope not in a dangerous way" Her smile turned to concern.

Being an ER nurse lets my mother see more of reality than anyone should.

"No, just in a curious way" I left it at that. I didn't want any more questions I couldn't answer.

I dreamt of him again that night- dreams filled with gray swirls, still poses and that calming voice echoing in my ears. The awkward conversation we had was replaced with charisma and charm. The distance he kept disappeared as he reached out and took my hand, entangling his fingers in mine. As we stared into each other's eyes, inching closer, I was rudely awakened by my alarm just before sealing our first kiss.

The coffee seemed stronger that morning, the sun brighter, and the sound of birds chirping was louder. Everything seemed more intense, especially my thoughts of him. I didn't talk during breakfast-lost in my mind. I waited on the porch for Heather, looking for him, but again he wasn't there.

He knew what time I left for school, he watched me once before. I convinced myself that if he had an interest in me he would have made the effort to see me.

I then convinced myself that he didn't have an interest and that he was intentionally staying away.

Then I convinced myself once more that he just overslept and was going to miss seeing me leaving for school but that he would regret it. That was the thought that made me smile.

Heather pulled up but Alex wasn't with her. I slid into the passenger seat.

"Where's Alex?"

"Playing hooky, his dad is taking him fishing" she explained.

"I'm glad. I need your advice before my head explodes." I laughed nervously.

"Whoa, what's wrong?" She seemed genuinely concerned.

"I met that boy last night but I don't know what to think"

"Well you came to the right place." She was too excited for me to feel comfortable talking to her. But I had nobody else to ask.

I explained the night, described Reed, confessed my thoughts, and tossed out every question I had. She listened attentively but teased me at every chance I gave her.

"What should I do?"

"First, it sounds like you have real feelings for him" She acted shocked. But so was I.

I didn't know enough about him to feel this way. All I knew was that he had some kind of interest in me but didn't know why. I knew he was cute, but not gorgeous by any standards. I didn't even know if he liked me or not. I was confused, emotional, and just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep it off.

"Second, I think you need to find out if he likes you before you drive yourself insane." She advised.

"So I should just ask him? Be blunt?"

"Either that or you can spend the rest of your life wondering"

"You're right. It isn't 1950, a girl can ask right?"

"Definitely, and I think in your case it will be the only way to know for sure." It was Dr. Heather to the rescue.

She was right thought, I needed to know how he felt, if he even felt anything. It was so hard to read his stiff emotionless face. He wasn't like Cory. Cory's interest radiated off of him like his bad cologne. I made a vow to myself to ask him the next time I saw him.

I spent the entire day lost in my day dreams. I relived our hike together, imagined our next meeting and the hundreds of ways it could go.

I could express my feelings and he could pull me into his arms, kiss me and claim his love for me.

Or I could confront him about my feelings, beg for him to tell me his, and chase him away.

Or I could see him again, clam up, never speak about my feelings and spend the rest of my life as a lonely spinster wishing I had the courage to take what I wanted.

As the last bell rang I decided to lay it out on the table and let the cards fall where they may. I would just tell him how I felt, share my thoughts about him, and hold my breath while waiting for a response.

Heather offered more advice on the way home, wished me luck and drove off, but not before requesting a picture of him. She seemed a little too invested in my new relationship.

Was that what I had- a relationship? The thought of it didn't seem bad at all- Ally and Reed- Reed and Ally. I felt like a child scribbling it on my notebook.

I went into the house and put my backpack away. I changed out of my jeans and slipped into a sun dress. I traded my sneakers for a pair of cork wedges. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, then pulled it out, then put it back in again. I looked at myself in the mirror- fixed the small amount of makeup I had on and galloped downstairs.

I almost sprinted to the kitchen window to see if Katie and Reed were outside. I was able to see Katie but Reed wasn't in sight. I left through the backdoor and walked up to the fence.

"Hi Katie"

"Hi Ally. Wow, you look pretty"

"Thank you so much" I smiled. It was the first time I got her attention away from the dirty doll glued to her hand.

"Are you playing alone?" I asked, trying not to seem desperate to find out where Reed was.

"Yep"

"Where's Reed?"

"I don't know. He hasn't been here all day" She frowned.

"Do you know where he goes?"

"Nope, he never tells me. He just says he goes different places"

"Does he have friends he goes to see?"

I felt like a cop pumping a suspect, but I knew Katie was the best source for information about him.

"Nope, no friends"

"Ok, if you see him, tell him I say hi." I sighed in disappointment- all that effort for nothing. At least Katie commented on how I looked.

I went back in the house to mope. Why wouldn't he want to see me? Where does he go when he spends all day gone? They just moved into the neighborhood, could he have already made friends? If so, why wouldn't he tell his sister? The more I thought about it the more curious I got.

I watched the clock ticking the minutes away, occasionally passing by the windows and looking for him. More than a few times my mind manifested a tree stump into his form and my heart skipped a beat before I realized what it really was. My wishes for him to show up got even stronger.

It was no surprise that I nearly dismissed it when I looked out the living room window to see him standing at the edge of my driveway. After a second look my pulse started racing. He really was there.

I tried not to seem desperate when I ran to the door. Even in the dark his blue eyes glowed brightly- as did his smile.

"Hi" I exhaled.

"Hi" he smiled wider as he looked me up and down.

"You look pretty today" He noticed.

"Thank you" I mumbled as I dropped my eyes to the ground. I tucked a piece of rogue hair behind my ear and slowly looked back up at him.

"Did you wear that for me?" He shyly asked.

"Kind of" I didn't want to stroke his ego, but I couldn't lie.

"Kind of?" His face crinkled confused, it was the first time I saw his eyebrows move.

"I mean yes" I confessed, embarrassed.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He invited.

"Yes!" I shouted abruptly.

I shut my mouth tightly and followed him down the street. The long glide of his steps made me take two steps to keep up.

"How was school?" He asked.

"It was ok. Nothing exciting" I did my best to watch my step as I stole looks at him. I couldn't imagine falling in a dress.

"Where were you today?" I tried asking innocently but it came out forcefully.

"Just around, exploring the new neighborhood" he replied cryptically.

"Where are you from?"

"We moved here from Greeneville South Carolina" He explained. When he said Carolina I could hear the southern twang clearly.

"Why did you move?"

"My dad got a new job"

"Do you miss Greeneville?" I wanted to keep him talking; his voice sent chills through my body but warmed my core.

"Sometimes, but my family is happier here"

"What about you? Where are you from originally?" He asked.

"I was born and raised here" I frowned. Being a local didn’t add any mystery or excitement.

We stayed quiet as we walked. For every glance I stole of him, he stole one of me in return. We didn't need to say anything to know what the other was thinking. We were both just happy being close to each other.

I sighed silently in relief as I began to realize my feelings were mutual. I could see in the gray of his eyes, the smirks and smiles that he was as interested in me as I was in him. I slowly sidestepped closer to him, hoping he would take my hand- but no such luck.

We turned back and started toward home.

"Are you going to be gone tomorrow?" I held my breath for the response I wanted.

"No, I want to see you again tomorrow" He smiled at me, laughing lightly when he saw me release the captured air in my lungs.

"I would like to see you too." My eyes found the ground again as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"You know, when we moved here, I never thought I would meet someone like you" His eyes squinted, hiding some of the bright blue.

"I never expected it either."

"Goodnight Ally" My name rolled off his tongue softly, weakening my knees.

"Goodnight Reed" I stuttered back nervously.

I couldn't uncurl the smile on my face and felt the muscles in my cheeks start to throb. But I didn’t care.

My parents were already asleep when I walked into the house so I quietly made my way to my room. I changed into a pair of shorts and tank top. I washed the makeup off my face, took out my ponytail and slid under my blankets.

My heart beat increased as I thought of him and our walk together. I had never felt emotions for someone the way I felt with him. I knew I was falling for him and though it scared me, it felt natural.

I was able to sleep soundly that night. Even with the excitement of knowing I would see him again the next day I welcomed my dreams that were recently haunted by him. In my dreams we were much closer than reality, which fed my real feelings for him.

The next day offered disappointment- the sun was hidden behind dark clouds as the rain speckled the streets. The light shower grew violently as thunder broke the silence of my room. Flashes of lightening lit the walls and I knew the chances of seeing Reed were slim.

I was thankful it was Saturday and didn't have to spend the dreary day at school, but I cursed the storm anyway. I looked at the clock to see it was already noon. I always slept late when it rained.

I didn't bother showering or changing out of my night clothes before going downstairs and pouring a cup of coffee. My parents were already at the table talking about the rain.

"It's supposed to be nice later this afternoon" my mother reassured my dad.

"We'll see, it's not even supposed to be raining" he skeptically replied.

"Will it really pass by this afternoon?" I begged for affirmation.

"According to the weatherman it is" My mom confirmed.

"But this is coming from the same weatherman that said it was going to be sunny today" My dad stomped on my hope.

"Grrr" I growled loudly.

"Easy killer, it's not that serious" he laughed.

"Do you want to go out with us tonight?" My mother offered.

Saturday nights were their date nights. Even after 25 years of marriage they made time out of their schedules for each other. It gave me something to look forward after I find the man I was meant to marry.

"No thanks, you two need your time alone" I declined as I left the kitchen with my coffee and moped my way back upstairs.

I closed the door and sat at my window, watching the drops of rain fall to the ground. Like small shards of broken dreams they filled the streets, flooded the lawn and mocked me.

I sipped my coffee, looked to the sky and let out a wish that the rain would stop and I would be able to spend the day with Reed. But nobody was listening. I spent hours watching the clouds rolling one after the other, counting every flash of lightening and feeling my heart break with every clap of thunder.

My morose stare was only interrupted when my parents told me they were leaving. I watched the car leaving the driveway, leaving temporary tread marks in the river of rain water flowing down the curb. Once they were out of sight I was back in my sullen state.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I saw him standing under the large oak tree beneath my window. Even through the haze of the storm I could see him so clearly.

He motioned for me to meet him at my door. It was like Romeo courting Juliette.

I grabbed the first thing in my closet and changed out of my night clothes. I ran my fingers through my unruly hair, attempting to make sense of it. I left my socks on and ran out of my bedroom. I wasn't at all pretty but I could pass for cute.

I was expecting to open the door to a soaking mess of a man but I was shocked to find him perfectly kempt. There wasn't a drop of rain on him.

"Hi" escaped from behind my smile.

"Hi. Can I come in?"

"Sure." There wasn't a chance in hell I would deny him. "I was afraid I wouldn't see you today" I confessed.

"Me too" he replied as he looked around my home.

"Follow me" I invited, leading him upstairs.

Along the way I went over my room in my mind, hoping I had all my embarrassing items tucked away somewhere. I never had anyone visit my room except for Heather- and I didn't care what she saw.

I opened the door relieved, the only clothes lying around were behind the door and easily hidden by keeping it open.

"So this is your room? It's nice" He complimented as he inspected my walls, shelves and floor.

"Yep, its home"

I led him to the bed and sat down. He followed, sitting beside me. His motions were so fluid and light I didn't even feel him sit.

"I want to know more about you" He immediately demanded.

"There isn't much to tell"

"Tell me everything about you. What kind of music do you like? What's your favorite movie?"

"Well, I like most music, except country. I love romance movies, horror movies, and comedies"

I rambled on about every detail of my personality that I could think of. I told him about my hopes and dreams, my fears, my likes and dislikes.

I even hinted on my feelings for him. Although I was sure he could already tell.

He was attentive as he listened, hanging on every word. His deep blue eyes burned into me causing me to feel completely exposed.

"Who is that?" He asked- Nina's picture catching his eye.

"That's my sister Nina" I sighed.

"Where is she?"

"She is no longer with us" I tried to sugarcoat it. It seemed so harsh to say she died.

"What happened to her?" He kept on, digging deeper.

"I don't really like to talk about it" I stared at the framed memory.

"I really want to know" He begged.

"Ok."

"We were on vacation on the coast. We were swimming in the ocean while my parents watched from the beach. Nina started swimming out further so I followed her. I kept asking her to come back to shallower water but she was so stubborn sometimes." I fought back the tears as I continued.

"The undertow was so strong and she was so little. It pulled her under in seconds and I dove under the water after her. I only saw her for a second before the dark water covered her and grabbed me. I couldn't kick out of it, the pull was too strong." I let a tear escape. It was the first time in years that I told the story.

"The last thing I remember was hitting the coral beneath me. When I woke up my parents were standing above me as the lifeguard revived me. I could feel my leg being pressed by my father's hands, holding a towel to the large cut from the coral."

"What about Nina?" He asked wide eyed.

"They told me she had drowned. They found her a few hours later." I inhaled my sobs, trying not to break down in front of him.

"I'm so sorry." His tone was genuine, his voice more soothing than usual.

"When did it happen?"

"A few years ago."

His eyes met mine again. His pale pink lips pursed into a mischievous smirk, almost as if he were thinking of the same thing I was- his lips pressed against mine.

I slowly slid my hand closer to his. I wanted to feel his skin, take his fingers between mine.

The closer I got the harder my heart beat. I my hand was inches away when I heard my heart in my ears, as if a thousand drummers were beating against my skull.

I closed the final inch, pushing my fingers to where his long digits were resting on the bed.

Before I could feel his smooth skin he jumped up from the bed.

"I think I need to go." He frantically declared as he hurried across the floor and left the room.

"Wait!" I jumped from the bed to follow.

I reached the bottom of the stairs before I realized he was already gone- I didn't even hear the front door close.

I ran out into the rain. The cold piercing drops covered me instantly and he was nowhere in sight. I sighed in disappointment and ran back out of the rain.

I shut the door behind me and fell against it. The tears started to fall from my eyes, melting together with the drops of rain that covered my cheeks.

Did I scare him away? Was the story of Nina too much reality for him? Does he think I'm broken and damaged? Maybe he is broken and damaged?

I had hundreds of questions with no answers. My mind was as broken as my heart. When the sobs grew stronger I ran upstairs and hid in my bed until I fell asleep.

Three

I slept restlessly that night.  Every time I closed my eyes I could only see Reed and the look on his face when he ran out of the room. The shock, disappointment and haste in his eyes made me feel rejected. I was totally confused.

I could clearly see how much he liked me and it made me feel adored. But as quickly as I felt loved, I felt hated when he left. I needed him to open up the way I had. With so many mixed signals I needed to know the truth and if I had a chance to be with him.

The storm had passed and the sun was a clear blue. Only a few small puffy white clouds could be seen. The streets were already dried by the morning sun and I could hear the birds again.

I took a shower, got dressed, joined my parents for coffee in the kitchen and plotted my next move. I could wait all day for Reed to show up, if he would show up. But I decided it was time to be proactive and go to him- it wasn't like I didn't know where he lived.

I played it in my mind all morning and rehearsed it again on my way next door.

"Tell me now how you feel about me!" I mumbled under my breath.

When I reached the door I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. The chime echoed through the house and I waited nervously. When the door finally opened I saw Katie sucking on a Popsicle.

"Hi Ally!" She greeted excitedly.

"Hi Katie, Is your brother home?" I choked on the words.

"Katie! Who's at the door?" The voice was too feminine to be Reed.

"It's Ally!" Katie called back to her mother between licks of her Popsicle.

"Hi Ally, I'm Janice" Katie's mother introduced herself as she walked up behind her.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Archer" I smiled as I tried to look behind her for a glimpse of Reed.

"Please come in, Katie won't stop talking about you" She stepped aside to let me through.

I was able to see why the doorbell echoed so loudly through the home, many of the walls were still bare and boxes lined the hallways. There were only a few pictures strategically placed along the entryway and in the living room while furniture still had the plastic on them.

After more than 2 weeks of moving in, I thought they would be completely unpacked.

"Don't mind the mess, we can't seem to agree on where everything is going to go" she laughed.

"Oh, it's fine really. I understand how hard it is to move."

"So Katie tells me you live next door?"

"Yes, me and my parents" I replied.

"Have you lived here long?"

"All my life" I continued looking around as Janice looked me up and down.

"Oh where are my manners, can I get you something to drink?" She started toward the kitchen with Katie in tow.

"Umm, water would be fine" I started to follow Janice when I was stopped by the small blue circles in the picture on the wall.

Reed was knelt behind a soccer ball in full uniform. His messy black hair was drenched in sweat. It must have been taken after a game as his uniform was covered in dirt and grass stains.

The smile that captured my heart was archived in the small wire frame on the wall. I couldn't stop staring at it, each time I saw Reed, his appearance was perfectly groomed. Even his messy hair seemed deliberate.

"That's my son Reed" Janice explained as she snuck up behind me. "He passed away." She added.

"No he didn't" Katie stated, taking her tongue off her frozen treat.

"Katie, shhh." Janice commanded. "Katie has a hard time accepting it." She frowned.

"He passed away?" I was confused.

"He died last year during a soccer game. It was so sudden." She frowned- I shuttered.

How could Reed have died but be in my room the night before? How could Katie and I spend the entire day with him? If Reed was dead, who have I been seeing?

I had come for answers but only got more questions.

"H...how?" I was speechless- my mind was swirling but couldn't stop on a single thought.

"During the game, his heart just stopped. The doctors couldn't explain why." she took the photo from the wall and admired it the same as I did.

I didn't know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. It was like I was dreaming, waiting to wake up.

"So what can I do for you?" Janice asked as she hung the photo back on the wall.

"I...I just wanted to say hi to Katie" It was the only excuse I could think of.

How was I going to explain that I was there to confront her dead son about his feelings for me?

"I really should get going though. It was so nice to meet you. Thank you for the water." I quickly turned and left, reminiscent of the way Reed, or whoever he was, left my room the night before.

I didn't stop to acknowledge my parents when I entered the house. I just ran up the stairs, skipping steps along the way, entered my room and closed the door.

I fell onto my bed and tried searching the ceiling for the answers to every question that I had. I forgot about my feelings for him and obsessed over the conversation with Janice.

How could Janice think he was dead when Katie plays with him every day? Who did I fall in love with if Reed really is dead? What was happening?

I decided to find at least one answer. Did Reed really die?

I went to my desk, opened my laptop and started my search.

Reed said they were from Greeneville. I entered my search: Reed Archer Greeneville

I didn't have to click the link in the results- the headline was enough to stop my heart.

"Youth Dies During Soccer Match"

The black and white image of Reed beside the article verified it was really him. Nervously I clicked the link.

Each sentence explaining what happened cut into my mind creating holes in my sense of reality. Just as Janice said, his heart suddenly stopped during the game. They tried reviving him but couldn't.

I quickly closed my laptop and returned to my bed. I was paralyzed by my thoughts, trying to justify it all.

Maybe it was a fake story. Maybe he was in witness protection and broke the rules to see his little sister. Yeah that was it. He witnessed a violent crime and was under government protection but escaped to see his family. To protect him they would have to keep up the story that he died.

Just as I had convinced myself- I was startled by his voice.

"Hi Ally."

"What are you doing here?" I jumped to my feet.

"I wanted to see you."

"I don't believe that." My confusion was turning to anger.

"Why not?" His bright eyes squinted.

"Because I don't understand you. I don't understand how you could say you want to see me, but you never touch me. I don't understand how you can like me but never give me your phone number. I don't understand how you can just appear in my life, turn it upside down and expect me to be ok with the little bit of you that I actually get." I tried catching my breath.

"Why don't you ever touch me? Why don’t you hold my hand? Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

"I can't. I might hurt you."

"Hurt me how? Are you planning to break my heart? Cause you already are."

"No. I never want to hurt you. But I can't control my own strength." He confessed.

"Then tell me why your mother thinks you're dead."

"Because I am."

He said it so seriously but it still sounded like a joke.

"Stop lying to me and just tell me what you want." I lunged toward him and fell to the bed behind him.

"What the hell happened?!?"

"I didn’t know how to tell you" He replied.

"Tell me what? I don't know what the hell is happening. Who are you?"

I backed up into the corner of my room. My skin was cold as ice even though my heart was beating gallons of blood each second.

"I'm Reed Archer" He replied as he stepped toward me. I backed up even further.

"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Let me show you" He inched even closer. "Give me your hand" He demanded.

"No!"

"Just give me your hand" He demanded firmer.

Apprehensively I reached out to him. At the same time he extended his reach. As our fingers touched, his tips disappeared into mine. A chill ran up my hand, through my arm, down my spine, all the way to my toes. It was what I imagined a frozen dinner would feel like.

I couldn't move as I watched him run his hand through mine playfully. He was wide eyed waiting for my reaction. But I didn't know how to react.

"H...how?" I sighed nervously.

Did I really want an answer? Did I really need to ask? I knew what he was.

"I'm an apparition" He stated confidently, almost proudly.

"A ghost?" I couldn't stop watching as he continued reaching through me.

"Yes"

"Ghosts aren't real" I tried to convince myself.

"Yes we are"

I pulled my hand back, walked around him and started pacing, trying to make sense of the world again. He didn't try to console me- he just let me go through the motions. I started babbling.

"So you're dead. You’re a ghost. You are haunting me. You can walk through walls. Your mother thinks you're still dead. Why can I see you? Why can Katie see you? Can everyone see you?" My pacing sped up.

"Yes I am dead, that’s why my mother thinks I am still dead. I can walk through walls, among other things. Katie can see me because she is still a child. Most children can see us until they grow to stop believing in fairy tales and Santa Claus. But they don't realize we're ghosts."

He didn't look like a ghost, aside from putting his hand right through me.

"I don't know why you are able to see me. I haven't met anyone else that could." He tried to explain but he seemed as lost as I was.

"I need you to leave" I demanded as I felt my tears stinging under my eyes.

"Wait. I don't want you to be afraid" He begged.

"I'm not afraid, I'm confused. I'm crazy. I'm completely lost, but I'm not afraid. Just leave, please." I lied- I was terrified.

"Ok, if that's what you really want."

I watched his solid appearance fade slowly until he was gone, taking the air in my lungs with him. I was alone with my thoughts- every single thought that was coursing through my brain.

Ghosts aren't real. I was going crazy, I was seeing things. I tried everything I could to blame a psychosis and hope I wasn't really falling in love with a ghost. Was I dreaming? Was this really my life? Could I really be in love with a dead man?

My head was spinning with no chance of stopping in sight. Rather than concentrating on what he was, I decided to concentrate on who he was and how he was.

It started making sense- the signs became clear. The stillness of his demeanor, the way he pulled away whenever I got close. How he would appear and disappear so quickly. There was even a faint glow around him that blurred any imperfections he had. I was less confused and more embarrassed that I didn't see it sooner.

The logical side of me justified that my fear stemmed from the lack of knowledge. The same way I was afraid of spiders until I learned more about them, I would be afraid of what Reed was until I learned more.

I did what anyone my age would do and started scouring the internet for answers.

I was overwhelmed with the search results when you simply type "ghost". Each website had their own theories, their own speculations. I had to weed through the hype and find the commonalities between them.

There were different types of apparitions. From the violent poltergeists to the lost souls that wandered aimlessly. Reed didn't seem like either. He was too normal. He walked and talked and felt. Since I knew the internet wouldn't offer assuagement, I decided to go to the source.

He didn't seem interested in harming me and gave me no reason to stay away. What he was actually made me more curious than afraid and the thought of never looking into those gorgeous blue eyes or hearing the calm of his voice seemed more unrealistic than having a dead boyfriend.

That night my dreams were haunted by him- literally.

The same dream I had before was replaced with the new information. I saw his eyes close as he inched closer, his lips pursed in a kiss. As we reached each other, our kiss was replaced with an icy chill as his face passed through mine. I shot up in my bed breathless and wide awake.

What was happening to me?

I let out a deep sigh of disappointment at the thought of never feeling his lips against mine, his fingers entangled between mine, or his arms pulling me near.

What about my friends? How could I explain dating someone they couldn't see? How would my parents react? My dad always wanted to walk me down the aisle, how would a wedding go if I was the only one able to see the groom? And I might as well forget about having kids.

I lied back down and attempted to fall back to sleep, unfortunately I spent the night watching the bright red numbers of my alarm clock changing. There was nothing I could do until I saw him again- but I knew it wouldn't be long.

As curious as I was about discovering ghosts were real, he must have been curious about why I could see him when nobody else could.

All I did know was that Heather would be picking me up in the morning and asking more questions than I wanted to answer.

I gave up on sleeping when the clock reached 6 A.M.

My daily routine was the same- shower, coffee, wait. But the afternoon promised a step into a world I knew nothing about. I didn't even know what questions I would ask him or which ones I really wanted the answers to. But I knew when Heather finally pulled up, that I didn't want to tell her anything at all. If I didn't understand it, how could she?

"Come on Ally!" Alex called out to me, bringing me out of my head.

"Sorry!"

"Hey girl, what's new?" Heather's first question for me to dodge.

In my head I thought "My new boyfriend died a year ago and I am in love with his displaced soul" but from my mouth came "Nothing new, what about you?"

"How did things go with your secret lover?" She asked impishly.

"I haven't seen him. I don't think it's going to work out." I lied.

If I could convince her that I wasn't seeing him anymore, she wouldn't ask about him.

"Why not? It sounded like you really liked him." She interrogated.

"We are just too different." I answered confidently since dead and alive are completely different.

"That's ok, I am sure you and Cory can still get together." I cringed as she said his name.

"No thanks, I'll just stay single." I never could understand why she thought Cory and I would be a good match.

Cory was popular and some girls found him attractive, but he was ordinary. I couldn't imagine him keeping my attention- unlike Reed- the dead man who captured me. I could never accuse him of being ordinary.

I was sure I was missing something important as I spent the school day thinking of what I would ask Reed. I kept thinking about what I had read on the internet about ghosts and what was actually true. I used to laugh at all those ghost hunting shows on T.V. and suddenly I felt like I was trapped in an episode.

I still caught myself laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing.

Heather dropped me off at home and sped off. I went inside, put my backpack in my room and went to the porch. I posted myself on the swing nervously, waiting for Reed to appear.

"Let's take a walk" His voice startled me as he appeared on the swing next to me.

"First rule, you are not allowed to just appear next to me" I huffed as I waited for my heart to settle.

"Sorry." He smiled innocently. There was no way he was a poltergeist.

We walked silently through the woods and back to the pond. I used that time to organize my line of questioning.

I sat on the rocks next to him, sighed, and started the journey into his world.

"I think what I want to know first is how?" It wasn't the clearest               question.

"I already told you how I died"

"No, I mean how did you stay? Does everyone stay?"

"Honestly, I don't know. All I can remember was playing in the game. Then everything went black. When I woke up, nobody was there."

"Did it hurt?"

"No. I felt a sudden shock of cold, then darkness. I didn't remember who I was or where I was. I didn't even know where I lived." He continued explaining.

I couldn't imagine the loneliness he felt that night.

"It took hours before my memories started coming back- the last memory being my death. I walked home and found all the lights off. I tried to knock, but I couldn't touch the door. That was when I knew what I was."

"You didn't just instantly know?"

"No. There was no handbook or spirit guide. I was on my own." he chuckled. That deep laugh set me at ease.

"Have you met others?" I asked nervously as I imagined a world full of ghosts walking unknowingly beside everyone.

"Yes, there are so many."

"Are there any around us now?" I looked around wide eyed. I cringed at the thought of being watched without me knowing.

"Yes, there is one sitting on the other side of you" He stated.

I jumped and moved to the other side of Reed.

"Are you serious?!?" My skin crawled.

"No I was just kidding" he started laughing.

"Very funny dead boy." I shot him he dirtiest look my round face could force out.

"The reason I like this place is because nobody is around- dead or alive"

I started thinking about all of the ghost movies I have seen and how they acted, their abilities and wanted to find out what was made in Hollywood and what the truth was.

"So tell me about being a ghost. You can walk through walls and just appear and disappear. Is there anything else you can do?"

"Actually there is a lot more to being a ghost than most know." He confessed.

"Can you move things? Can you fly?"

"We can move things but it’s a skill you have to learn, and I just haven't learned it yet. I can fly though. That's just a matter of concentration."

"How does the appearing and disappearing thing work?"

"I just think about where I want to be and I appear there." He shrugged.

I kept asking the trivial questions, but there was one that I really needed to know.

"Can you be touched?"

"There is a way, but it takes a lot out of me. And in this form I won't know when I am hurting you. We don't have the same sense of touch." He answered cryptically.

"What do you mean?"

"It's kind of like when your fingers are numb and you have to press harder to feel objects. Only, we are completely numb." He frowned. "Let me show you." He continued.

"Sit on your hand for a few minutes." He commanded.

"Ok." I slid my hand under me and sat back down, looking into his eyes as he gazed into mine.

"Ok, now take it out and touch the rock."

I did as he said. The numbness in my fingers made the rough rock seem softer as I pressed harder, trying to feel the surface.

"Your whole body is this way?"

"Yes, only much worse."

"I couldn't imagine living that way." I commented.

"Luckily I'm not living." He laughed.

"Is there any other way you can be touched or… touch someone?" I was determined.

I wanted to get an answer I could live with. If it was possible to touch, there may have been a chance for us.

"There is another way, but I won't do it." His lips rested to a straight line.

"What way?"

Since the day I saw him I always imagined what it would be like to kiss him. If I had the chance, I would take it.

"Come on, I'll show you"

I followed him through the woods, exiting to the retirement home on the other side of the forest. It only made me more confused as he led me through the doors and down the hall. He searched room after room as we dodged the staff.

"Ok here, watch." He walked through the closed door; I followed him by using the knob. I was a little jealous.

"Can you see her?" He whispered.

"Yes" I whispered back, trying not to draw attention.

The elderly man lay motionless in the bed. The sound of his heart monitor was faint, each beat slowing. A young woman stood beside him. At first I thought it was his granddaughter visiting. But her flowing motions were similar to Reed's.

She reached her hand out and held it above his chest. In one flowing motion she dropped it into him. I stood watching- nervous. His heart monitor started beeping wildly and then nothing. I knew I had just watched him die.

The woman quickly removed her hand from his chest and stayed still. I could see the faint glow around her disappear. Freckles that were hidden behind the glow appeared and her motions were less fluid.

She stared at me startled and quickly walked past. I watched her reach for the door knob and turn it as she smiled- she was human again.

"What just happened?" I asked confused.

"She's a taker. We have the ability to take souls, which lets us become human again." He explained.

"So you can become human again like her? Why are you staying a ghost then?"

"It isn't permanent. There are time limits based on the age of the soul. In her case she has about an hour, since the man was so old."

"What about someone younger? Like me?" I asked.

I was curious but quickly regretted subtly offering my soul.

"Someone like you would give us a week or so."

"So to stay human you would have to keep taking souls?"

"Yes, that's why we call them takers. Some of them are ruthless and have taken brand new souls. It disgusts me."

"Brand new- like newborn?" I felt my stomach knot up.

"Yes. A soul that young is good for a month or more. I promised myself that I wouldn't take a soul, I couldn't imagine killing someone to be human for a short time." His face held a grimace that made me uneasy.

"With all these ghosts walking around, even as humans, how can anyone tell?" I was suddenly scared to be alive.

I shivered at the thought of sharing a bus seat with the dead- or being scouted as the next taken soul. I'm worth a week of humanity, for some that would be enough to take me.

"There is a way to tell but you have to really look. Follow me." He walked back through the door- I huffed as I had to open it.

"Look around. This is the perfect place to find one. With so many elderly that could pass at any moment, it's like a buffet to takers." He pointed out.

I scoured the halls for any sign of a taker. Everyone seemed so normal, going about their daily routine.

"I can't tell who is really alive" I squinted as I looked at each passing person.

"Look into their eyes. You are looking for someone with blank emotionless eyes." He explained.

Nurses, doctors, visitors and even janitors passed by and I looked into the eyes of each one.

"Is he one of them?" I pointed to a doctor standing at the nurse's station. His eyes were pale and lifeless.

"Yes, you got it" He smiled proudly.

"And her?" I pointed to a middle aged woman tending to a patient in a wheel chair. No sooner did I ask did she look at me.

"Yes her too"

"This is extremely disturbing" I commented. "If they only get an hour from older souls, why do they take them?"

I put myself in their shoes. If I were a taker, I would want to take as little as possible.

"Accountability- if an elderly person dies in a place like this, they assume natural causes. If someone younger dies mysteriously, it is often followed by an investigation." He explained- it made sense.

"So all you have to do is reach in and take the soul?" I wanted to know every detail so I knew what to watch out for.

"Only for those close to death, for younger souls we have to jump in."

"Jump in?" It sounded violating.

"Yes, we literally enter the body and absorb the soul. It replaces theirs with ours and when we leave, the person dies." I could almost see the chill run through him as he explained it- even when appearing solid, he was transparent.

We started out of the building as I watched the eyes of everyone we passed. Each time I caught a glimpse of cold dead eyes I jumped inside my skin.

"So you can actually jump into a body?" I remembered him reaching out to me and how is fingers flowed through mine.

"Yes, for different reasons."

"What other reason is there?"

"We can take control of a body also."

"Have you ever done that?" He was starting to scare me again.

"No. It takes a lot out of us and it harms the soul of the person if you stay in too long."

"How could people not know all of this? This entire world hidden in ours should have already been discovered."

"People don't want to know or else they wouldn't ignore the signs. Others justify the unexplained by naming it or blaming some religion."

"Religion?"

I didn't even think about religion. The existence of souls must mean there is a Heaven and Hell.

"Yeah. You know about possessions?" He laughed.

"Well of course, but I thought they were all faked."

"Everyone thinks a possession is the work of demons, but most of the time it's one of us spending too much time controlling a body. The body eventually breaks down."

We made our way back through the woods and to my street. The sun was beginning to set and the streetlights came on. I still had so many questions but I needed to process what I had already learned and find a way to live with knowing what was out there.

How was I supposed to go back to my life? I knew I would be looking into the eyes of everyone I knew and came across.

"Will I see you tomorrow or are you afraid of me now?" His lips were pressed tightly together.

"I don't think I have the choice to stay away" I smiled, reassuring him.

I turned to walk away and he simply disappeared. I did envy his ability to just appear where he wanted to be. I on the other hand still had to walk until my 18th birthday, which was fast approaching.

I was a little excited about finally being able to drive my own car and go wherever I wanted to go. But with everything that was happening, it was low on my priority list.

What I really wanted was to understand this new world I was a part of and know exactly what my role in it would be. And what if a ghost decided he wanted a week of life? I couldn't stop a ghost from jumping inside me and taking my soul.

A future with Reed seemed impossible. I couldn't hold his hand, couldn't kiss him, and couldn't bring him home to meet mom and dad, or my friends.

If anyone found out, I would be known as the woman in love with a ghost. I understood why he would refuse to take a soul, but a part of me was hurt that I wasn't worth killing for- a ridiculous thought that made me laugh at myself.

Four

The next morning I chose to play hooky. I wanted to see Reed and find out more about his world. I spent the night waking up from nightmares of dead eyed living ghosts and ruthless ghosts leaping into my body to take my soul. I knew there was much more that I had to learn before I could stop being afraid.

I drank my coffee with my parents as usual but once they left for work, I called Heather and told her I wasn't feeling well. Instead I stayed on the porch waiting for Reed to pop in.

I didn't like having feelings for someone I couldn’t call and command to see me. Instead I found myself constantly waiting on him- something I knew we needed to fix.

"Why aren't you in school young lady?" His soothing voice made me smile as he glided up my driveway.

"I wanted to see you" I confessed shyly.

"Well you're one of the only few I know who can see me."

"Yeah, we need to figure out why that is."

"I'm not sure how. I am as new to being a ghost as you are to knowing about us." He sat on the swing beside me without even moving it. I couldn't fathom getting used to how light he was.

"Do you think a psychic would help?"

I was always skeptical about psychics, people who could communicate with the dead. Now that I was sitting next to and conversing with a ghost, I could see how some of them would be real.

"I tried that once, It didn't work."

"Where do you go at night?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when we say goodnight, you disappear, where do you go?"

"Sometimes I check on Katie. Sometimes I visit myself."

"Visit yourself?"

"Yeah, I visit my gravesite. I know it sounds morbid, but I feel more whole when I am near my body."

"I couldn't imagine how it feels being you. I don't think I ever want to know." I sympathized.

"It beats the alternative." He smiled again.

"Hell?"

"Yeah, it exists. But so does Heaven."

"Wouldn't you rather be in Heaven than wandering around here?"

"I used to think so. But now I have a reason to be here." He smiled at me as his eyes looked deeply into mine.

"There is another place I go. I would like to take you there." He smirked.

"Ok." I agreed curiously.

"It's kind of far, so we will have to take the bus." He explained.

I felt bad about being the slow human holding him back from manifesting wherever he wanted.

"Come on beautiful." He called out from the driveway.

I could feel my cheeks changing color. I had never felt so adored. What kind of love would cause someone to choose me over heaven? There isn't a love story written or sung about that would even come close to how it felt knowing I was his eternity.

The bus pulled to a screeching stop and we got on. I slowly walked down the aisle looking for 2 open seats, all the while looking into the eyes of the passengers. I was relieved when I could see the life in everyone's eyes.

We sat and I fought the urge to talk to him. He knew how it would look if I were talking to myself, so he didn't speak either. I looked out the window as the bus stopped at each stop, letting more people on. Reed sat in the empty seat beside me, making the bus seem fuller to me than everyone else.

The bus quickly filled and there were only a couple more stops before we needed to get off. The bus screeched to another stop and let people on. I didn't even notice the older lady until she was right on top of me.

"May I sit here?" She asked as she started falling on top of Reed.

"Umm…" I couldn't tell her my ghost boyfriend was sitting there, so I held in the laugh as she sat on top of him.

"Oh, there's a chill here." She quickly got up and found another seat.

"That was scary!" Reed laughed wide-eyed, causing me to laugh loudly. I quickly covered my mouth and directed my attention back out the window.

"This is our stop." Reed informed me as the bus screeched again.

We were in a rundown part of town that was home to Asheville's homeless population. I felt safe walking next to Reed even though I knew to them I was just a young girl walking alone.

I tried not to stare or make eye contact as Reed led me down the narrow dirty street. Tents and make-shift lean-tos lined each side of the alley, providing shelter for those who had none.

My heart dropped in my stomach as I passed each one, wishing I could help.

"Here we are. Welcome to the manor." Reed smiled.

The building looked abandoned. The doors and windows were boarded up and the walls were lined with graffiti.

"I hate to sound like the nagging human, but how do I get in?" I couldn't see an entrance for the ghostly impaired.

"I didn't really think about that." He admitted ashamed.

"Oh, hang on!" He exclaimed as he disappeared through the plywood door that kept me out.

I stood nervously, keeping my eyes on my surroundings. It wasn't the best neighborhood to leave your girlfriend alone in.

I was relieved I didn't have to wait long as I saw the large board shaking and move, exposing an opening big enough for me to fit through. I carefully ducked down and crawled through the hole to find Reed waiting for me.

As I stood and turned toward the door I saw a large man holding the board up. He dropped it and turned around, causing me to jump away from him. His large build was mangled by the bloody hole in his chest.

"Don't be afraid." Reed comforted.

"This is Paul. He is a friend of mine." He introduced.

"Nice to meet you." Paul smiled.

"You too. Thanks for holding the door." I couldn't stop looking away.

"You're right Reed, she is very pretty." Paul commented.

"Thank you." I smiled as I turned to look at him again.

My eyes widened as I noticed the hole in his chest disappeared. He was whole again and looked perfectly normal.

"Didn't you have…?" I began to ask, but I didn't need to finish before Paul interrupted.

"Our ghost form shows any wounds we had when we died, but as you communicate with us, they fade and disappear." He explained.

"I have so much to learn." I sighed.

"Paul has kind of taken me under his wing." Reed stated.

"Not that he listens very well." Paul chuckled. His voice was much deeper than Reed's.

He had the build of a lumberjack and the suspenders to match. It would only make sense that he died in a wood cutting accident, catching an ax to the chest. I shivered at the thought of dying that way.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the others." Reed directed.

"The others?" I swallowed a breath and followed closely.

I could see the scattered apparitions throughout the house. They were in small groups talking with one another, in a way that reminded me of school. Even ghosts had their own cliques.

"Before we enter this room, keep your eyes away from the left corner. Gary was hit by a bus and he isn’t very pleasant to talk with, so I don't think he will get any prettier." Reed advised.

My curiosity got the best of me and I took a quick glance. His torn and bloody form made my stomach turn.

"Oh my God!" I screeched.

"I warned you." Reed laughed.

As we entered the room a tall slender kid scurried up to Reed, reaching his hand out, a small hole on the side of his head was evident of a gunshot.

"Hey Ronnie!" Reed welcomed him, taking his hand and wrapping one arm over his shoulder in a bro hug.

"Hey Reed!" Ronnie greeted back.

"This is Ally." He introduced me as he placed his hand on Ronnie's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you." The kid smiled.

"Nice to meet you too." The hole in his head disappeared.

"How are you able to touch him?" I asked confused.

"Ghosts are able to touch each other the same way as humans." Paul whispered behind me.

I was slightly jealous of Ronnie, but that would be shadowed by a stronger jealousy.

She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed in waves as she glided toward Reed. Her perfect smile flashed across the room and I could see seduction in her eyes. She stood inches taller than me and filled her dress better than I ever could.

"Hi Reed!" She pulled him into a hug without hesitation.

"Hi Sarah."

"Sarah, meet Ally." He pulled away from her as she approached me.

"Hi Ally." Her smile was replaced with catty smirk. I was the competition. But how could I compete?

"Hi."

I looked her up and down, trying to catch sight of an imperfection. There wasn't one. Her death must have been peaceful. By the look of the spoiled beauty queen, I was almost sure it was suicide.

My blood boiled in my veins as I watched her flirtatiously touching his arm. They were whispering an entire conversation- her fake laugh fed his ego. I felt like an outsider.

I was more discouraged than before we arrived. If he had the option of being with someone as beautiful as her, whom he could touch, what was he doing with me? How could I convince him that a relationship without physical contact was a better option than what she could give him?

I felt like Gary- smashed, mangled and tossed to the side.

"Ally?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" Reed asked as Sarah started walking away.

"I don't know. It's getting kind of late." I wanted to get Reed away from Sarah.

"Ok, we can go if you want." He offered.

"Paul? Can you get the door?" He asked and Paul jumped into action.

Before Paul could reach the door, the windows and walls started to shake violently. There was a loud hissing howl echoing through the house. I watched as the apparitions turned toward the front door, where Paul was now standing.

"CARSON!" Sarah screamed from the top of her lungs.

I didn't have time to process what was happening before feeling Paul's strong arms grip me and drag me to the corner of the room, sheltering me. I caught a glimpse of Sarah leaping in the air and tackling Reed to the ground, hanging tightly onto him.

The plywood covering the front door shattered into splinters as I saw the screaming poltergeist fly into the house. The loud screech popped my ears as I lost my breath in fear.

His ghostly form was dark and fierce as he flew around the room, shattering everything he touched. Everyone jumped out of its path as the howling made my ears ring. I watched in awe at the violence that radiated from it.

As it reached the second floor, all the ghosts disappeared from the balcony and reappeared in the corner across the room- all but one.

The young man stood, shaking in fear as the poltergeist bore down on him. It paused for only a second before I watched in fly through him. His eyes popped wide as he cringed and screamed in pain. His form burned from the inside out until he disappeared.

It felt like minutes passed before the dark wraith flew out of the house as quickly as he flew in, leaving the room in shambles.

I turned to Reed, to make sure he was ok. My heart tightened as I saw Sarah wrapped tightly around him. Her cheek pressed hard against his. They seemed like the perfect couple.

"Are you ok?" Paul's deep voice asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I couldn't take my eyes off Reed and Sarah.

"Ally!" Reed called out as he left Sarah and flew toward me.

"Are you ok?" He asked as I stood, dusting myself off.

"I'm fine."

"Is everyone else ok?" Reed asked.

"It looks like we lost Chris." Paul replied.

"What was that?" I stuttered.

"That was Carson." He stated as if I should have known who Carson was. "He used to hang out with us." Reed continued.

"You used to hang out with that thing?"

"He wasn't always like that. He started spending time with the wrong crowd." He tried to explain.

"We feed off the emotions of the living." Paul chimed in to explain. "If we hang around positive people we feel positive. If we hang out around too much negative energy, well, you saw." He added.

"You feed off our energy?" I imagined myself as a battery for Reed.

"Yes, but most of us don't need to feed that often. But Carson just used a lot of energy- he will be out feeding tonight."

"Was Chris taken?" I asked as the image of his burning form flashed in front of my eyes.

"Yes. We can take each other, but most don't, there is no real benefit to it."

The thought of Carson taking Reed away from me scared me to death. I didn't think much about losing him as much as I thought of him losing me.

"Come on Ally, let's get you home." Reed suggested.

Carson left a giant hole in the door, so I didn't need Paul's help to leave the house. I started out the door as Reed said goodbye to his friends. I paused and glanced back as I saw Sarah hugging him. The jealousy was overwhelming and I wished I had a way to exorcise her off him.

I didn't speak on the way to the bus stop, on the ride home, or even walking to my house when we left the bus. I wanted to wait until I could get him alone.

We stopped at my driveway, where we would normally say goodnight.

"Can you meet me in my room?" I asked.

"Sure." He smiled and disappeared.

I walked in the house and said hi to my parents who were watching TV together. I excused myself for bed and went upstairs. Reed was sitting on my bed waiting patiently. I shuffled over and sat beside him.

"Busy day today huh?" He asked.

"Why are you with me?" I didn't waste time. I couldn't understand my role.

"What do you mean?"

"We are facing so many limitations, but with Sarah…"

"I have no interest in Sarah." Reed interrupted.

"But you could have a real relationship with her, instead of this."

"What makes you think we can't have a real relationship?" He asked.

"How could we possibly have what you and her could have?" I felt my emotions taking over.

"Listen, the day I met you, I was immediately drawn to you. I can't explain why or tell you what our future holds, but I can't imagine being with anyone else." He tried to console.

My heart stopped a beat, my palms were sweaty and I felt warmth throughout my body. The words he spoke, the looks he gave me, I couldn't understand the depths of his feelings but I could see myself all the way through him.

"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course, anything you want."

I knew the conversation wasn't going to end there, but after all that happened, I was ready to end the day on a good note. Even as he explained his feelings I knew Sarah was still going to have more of him than I could.

He sat at the foot of the bed like a protective dog while I closed my eyes. I would like to say I didn't have ulterior motives, but the thought of him popping in and being around Sarah made my stomach turn. I still wasn't convinced that he would be better off with me. She was so strikingly beautiful I was jealous just being in her presence.

The next morning I woke alone. The faint smell of coffee was stinted by the aroma of one hundred roses placed around my room. I admired the variety of yellow, red, white and even purple buds that covered every surface with available space. My harsh alarm was replaced with the love song station playing softly. I had never seen anything like it.

I dropped my feet to the floor. My eyes surveyed the room, looking for clues. Against the middle bouquet on my bureau leaned a small card- I almost tripped running to it.

"Outer beauty fades, it wilts and dies, but the beauty of a memory lasts an eternity. Never doubt my dedication to you or to us and I will continue making memories."

It was signed "Reed" even though I knew it was Paul who wrote it. I didn't even care that the ghost scribble was almost illegible, or that Paul would have had to be in my room while I slept to place the roses. I had never woken to such beauty or sense tingling fragrance.

Even though I was dating a ghost who couldn't even kiss me, I felt like the luckiest girl alive.

I almost floated my way downstairs. I turned my smile into a simper before joining my parents in the kitchen- I wanted to try and hide my happiness.

My mother sipped her coffee loudly as she read the morning paper. My dad stole the crossword and was concentrating harder than usual.

"Good morning!" I announced as I pranced to the coffee pot.

"Well, someone is in a good mood." My dad smiled as he looked up from his puzzle.

"It's just a beautiful day." I smiled back.

"That is an odd mood for someone with a geometry test today." My mom pointed out- buzz kill.

"I almost forgot about that. I am so not ready for it." I declared.

"I'm sure you'll do fine honey, you're a smart girl." My mother reassured.

I sat at the table with my coffee, thinking of the "smart" choices I had made lately.

So far I fell in love with a ghost, put myself in danger of being mauled by a poltergeist, and became competition for a dead girl who could ultimately take my life if she wanted- not to mention I had been lying to my friends and family.

Yeah, I was brilliant.

I spent the morning classes dreading the test I had to face. My textbook didn't even have a crease in it. I had no time to study and didn't even know what we were studying. Reed had taken over my thoughts when I was awake.

I had to find some kind of middle ground or I was going to have to repeat my senior year.

Before the class started, Mr. Carlone instructed us on the test he started handing out. Once we were done we were able to leave class early.

It was definitely an incentive for me to finish it quickly, which wouldn't be a problem since I was planning on guessing at the answers anyway.

He laid the 4 page test on my desk- maybe I wasn't going to leave early.

I let out an anxious sigh and started to write my name on the top of the paper. A cold chill ran through my body and my vision began to blur. I suddenly felt nauseated and as everything started going dark his voice rang in my head.

"I got this." He assured me.

I couldn't see anything, feel anything, or hear the rest of the class. All I could hear was Reed mumbling, reading the questions one by one. It felt like an eternity before my eyes cleared and I was able to see the lockers lining the hallway and Reed standing in front of me.

"What the hell happened?" I questioned him.

"I felt bad that I haven't let you study, so I took the test for you." He smiled proudly like a dog bringing home a dead bird.

"How did you take the test for me?" I started feeling my temper raising as I realized what he had done.

"I jumped in."

"You jumped in? Without my permission?"

I tried keeping my cool, but the thought of not having control over my body infuriated me.

"I wanted to help." He confessed innocently.

"Rule number 2…DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" My demand echoed through the empty halls.

"I'm sorry…"He began to apologize.

"DON'T!" I interrupted. "Don't apologize, just don't do it again." I started walking off as he followed.

"Do you think I passed?" I asked calmly.

"Of course, I aced geometry when I was alive." He smirked.

I was so upset by his intrusion I had almost forgot about the sea of roses I woke up to.

"Thank you for this morning." I hinted.

"Did you like them?" He smiled, already knowing the answer.

"I loved them. They were beautiful."

I wanted so badly to kiss his lips and show my appreciation but at the same time I wanted to kick his shin for jumping into me.

We made our way through the halls toward the parking lot where I would have to wait for Alex and Heather. It didn't make sense to let us out early if we had to wait for our ride or the buses. It made me think of how my birthday was only weeks away and I wouldn't have to wait for anyone. I could just drive off.

As we left the building and entered the courtyard Reed suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel very well." He cringed as he held his stomach.

"You don't feel well? Can ghosts get sick?" I laughed but my smile was replaced with concern as he fell to his knees.

"It hurts." His voice trembled.

"What can I do?"

His blue eyes lost the gray swirls as he looked around the courtyard. His stare latched onto a darkened figure standing in the shadows across the lawn. I squinted, trying to see who it was.

"It's him." Reed shuddered. His eyes closed tightly as he gripped his stomach firmly.

I looked back at the dark corner, but he was gone. Almost immediately Reed rose to his feet, catching his breath. His eyes opened and I could see the gray swirls returning.

"What just happened?" I stood confused and helpless.

"It was him." He replied.

"Who was he?" I looked around for him again.

"I think he was the one who killed me." Reed confessed.

"Killed you? You mean…"

I pieced it together. His heart suddenly stopping during the game, the woman at the retirement home, Reed didn't die naturally, he was taken.

"Yes." He agreed.

"It was the last memory that came back to me. Let me show you."

"How?" I asked before he placed his hand near my head.

I could feel the chill running through my blood and my vision was suddenly replaced with the images he saw right before he died.

I watched as he made his way down the soccer field, juggling the ball between his feet. I could feel the sweat dripping from his head, the ache of his muscles as he ran. My chest was tight as I tried catching my breath from the extreme exertion of energy he was putting out on the field.

Just as he passed it to another player everything went dark. It reminded me of how I felt in class just minutes earlier. A voice echoed in his head- a dark, malevolent voice.

"Your life is mine." It was almost a low growl.

My chest burned as I felt the last heartbeat leave his body. The supernatural grip tightened around his heart and his lungs failed to expand. I felt the impact of his body hitting the field before his senses went numb. All of his emotions, memories, and thoughts immediately left him.

I saw through Reed's eyes as he woke up on the dark field alone. The bleachers that were once filled with fans were empty. The only light came from the bright moon overhead. I watched with clemency as he stumbled around disoriented. My heart broke for him.

I was quickly brought back to the courtyard and to Reed. The look in his eyes was that of dysphoria. I could see how it hurt him to share his death with me.

Before that moment I had imagined it with rose-colored glasses. But knowing how it felt, how he felt when it happened- it was like I died also.

"That was intense." I stood wide-eyed, staring at Reed.

"I know. But I needed you to see." He muttered apologetically.

"Does every taken soul return?" I asked.

I flashed back to the lady at the home and how she took the elderly man. If his soul was displaced, I would have seen him resurrected.

"No, not everyone. Most are sent to the light or the dark. I don't know why I'm here, why I wasn't sent somewhere else."

"We need to find out." I commanded.

I may not have understood his world but I did understand feeling lost. After Nina's death it took weeks for me to physically recover and months for emotional recovery. Even with Heather there for me, it was hard to make her understand how it felt to almost die. I couldn't imagine how Reed felt trying to get me to understand actually dying. I just knew I needed to help him find the answers he needed, the way I needed answers just years before.

"Where would we even start?" He asked.

"I think I know someone who might have answers."

Five

It was Saturday and the weather was nice. My parents planned a day of antiquing- leaving me to help find the answers Reed and I needed. I knew neither of us were knowledgeable enough to figure it out on our own, but there was one person I could think of who may have been able to help- Cecilia Cote.

"So who is this girl?" Reed asked as we walked down her street.

"Cecelia is an old friend of mine, but I should warn you, we had a little falling out." I explained.

"Why? What happened?"

"She was in a car accident years ago. After that she just changed and we grew apart."

"Well accidents usually do change people." He laughed as if it were obvious.

"Yeah, but you'll see for yourself."

As I approached her house the flowers on her porch were in full bloom. I could hear the snapping of the American flag her dad kept in full mast in the front yard. The lawn was freshly mowed and the homes appearance screamed suburbia.

"This doesn't look too bad." Reed scoffed as I rang the doorbell.

The door crept open slowly and we found ourselves looking at Cecelia. Her black eyeliner made her cold stare even colder.

Dressed from head to toe in black and red, buckles and large safety pins connected every item of clothing she wore. A metal chain ran from her pierced ear, to her nose ring, through a loop in her lip, and disappeared under her shirt collar. I could only imagine where it ended.

"Hi C.C." I smiled.

"You haven't called me C.C. in years. What do you want?" Her look of disdain made me nervous.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"Who is this?" She asked as she looked toward Reed.

Just knowing she could see Reed made me feel better about my decision to see her. When we were kids we were inseparable. It was always Ally, C.C., and Heather. After the car crash she grew distant and pushed us away.

"Wait a minute." She paused, staring Reed in the eye.

"Come in." She invited as she sidestepped the entrance.

We were led to her room, her bedroom door covered in Emo band posters. The windows of her room were blacked out with dark paper and we were surrounded by low glowing lights. The room was creepy and intriguing at the same time.

I looked around and noticed the dolls we used to play with were almost unrecognizable. She covered the toys in fake blood, nooses, and dark clothing. As frightening as they were, they were very creative.

"So why are you bringing a ghost here?" She asked nonchalantly.

"I'm not exactly sure where to begin." I confessed.

"You're looking for answers, no?"

"More than I can express." I agreed.

"What would you like to know first?"

"Why can she see me?" Reed chimed in.

"Probably for the same reason I can see you. Were you ever close to death?" She turned to me.

"Yes. But that was years ago. Why am I only able to see him now?"

"You have always been able to see them, you're just now noticing." She laughed as she lit a candle.

"Everyone is empathic to a point and many people can see them. Most people just get caught up in themselves and stop noticing. Something I am sure you know about." She snidely commented at me.

"So you know about ghosts and takers and becoming human?" I hoped I wouldn't have to explain it all.

"Yes. Since we stopped talking, I have been talking with different displaced spirits. Many of them are harmless and just want peace."

"Is there a way to bring a spirit back for good?" I looked into Reed's eyes and smiled as he gazed back at me.

"Oh, I should have seen it. You're in love." She smiled largely as I blushed, turning my eyes to the floor.

"Leave it to Ally to fall for a ghost. All those jocks chasing you weren't good enough?" She snickered- I stayed silent.

"There are many who believe they can resurrect the dead. But the truth is that it's not up to humans. There are powers in this universe that dictate life and death. It is up to them whether or not Reed can become human or remain as he is." She explained.

"But if we can be human for a limited time, isn't there a way to make it permanent?" Reed begged.

"Not that I am aware of. But if you find a way, please be sure to let me know. Maybe I could catch me a ghost boyfriend like you." She teased. "Besides, you have bigger problems than bringing him back." She added.

"Bigger problems? What bigger problems?" I looked to Reed. His eyes were now the ones staring at the floor.

"I think he already knows." She hinted.

"Reed, what is she talking about?"

"Gatherers." He mumbled.

"What are gatherers?" I looked back at Cecilia.

"They are like takers who target ghosts. And Reed is high on their list."

"What? Why Reed?"

"Reed wasn't supposed to die- he wasn't on the list of acceptable souls a ghost is allowed to take. His death corrupted fate's list and the gatherers need to fix it. They are coming for him."

"How can I stop it?" Reed asked solemnly.

"You can't. You aren't supposed to be here and you can't go back to your body. They will keep coming for you."

"So Reed might end up in Heaven?" I sighed.

I didn't want to lose him, but if I had to, Heaven seemed the place I would want to lose him to.

"Sadly, no. Since Reed wasn't on the list, there is no place for him in Heaven or Hell. He would spend eternity in limbo. He would be neither dead nor alive, stuck between all planes."

Her eyes were full of sympathy but it didn't soothe me. Even Reed's voice couldn't drop the standing hairs on the back of my neck.

"Your boyfriend is in a complicated situation. He needs to stay off the radar." She advised.

"Earlier today I ran into my taker. It nearly killed me." Reed disclosed.

"You're connected. He broke the rules by taking you, so you will feel him when you're around him- the same way you can feel Ally." She looked at me waiting for my reaction.

"You can feel me?" I questioned him.

"I can feel your thoughts and emotions. They don't make sense, but I know what state you're in, even stronger when I am with you." He confessed.

I wasn't sure how I felt about him feeling me. The more I learned about his world the less privacy I had.

My life was an open book for him to read and it made me a little uncomfortable- but not as uncomfortable as the thought of not having Reed in my life.

"You two are going to have an interesting relationship. I'm curious to see how it turns out." She smirked.

My life started sounding like a bad movie full of forbidden love, danger, loss, and tragedy. I was growing tired of all the questions that kept popping up. When I thought I had all the answers, even the answers caused more questions.

I couldn’t bring myself to ask anything else. After finding out Reed's fate, my head was throbbing.

We left Cecilia's and started back home. We were both silent during the walk back and even when we reached my porch, we still didn't speak.

"You're too quiet." Reed commented.

"I don't know what to say." I mumbled.

"Say something, anything." He begged me. I couldn't deny his tone.

"First, I found out that I am in love with a ghost, there are ghosts stealing people's souls, and there are ghost killers coming after you so they can fix a mistake they made and put you in limbo for eternity."

I cringed at the list of impossibilities that had become my reality.

"Well, when you say it like that, it does seem pretty bad." He chuckled inappropriately.

"How can you be so nonchalant about this? After all, it's your soul that would be trapped and my life that would be ruined. Do you think I could possibly date another man after you? Do you think I could live the rest of my life knowing what's out there?"

My tone was harsh but justified. I couldn't help thinking how easy life would be if I had never met Reed, if the Archers never moved in next door, if I had just ran like any normal person would have when I found out what Reed was.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted this for you." He apologized as he slowly faded away.

"Reed! Reed!" I called out to him.

"Reed, get back here! I'm not done being mad at you!" I screamed louder before realizing I looked insane.

I was too upset to eat that night. I sat in my room thinking about Reed, what Cecilia said, and the very real chance that I would lose him. I also thought about Heather and the secrets I was keeping from her. She had been my best friend since elementary school and we told each other everything. But how could I share this with her without her getting me committed or worse, going to my parents.

The last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was the next day at school and the real possibility that I could be attending classes with Reed's taker. Who was he?

When I woke I felt better. I did what I could to not think about Reed not being in my life. The shower had more hot water than usual, there was more than one cup of coffee left in the pot and my parents were filling the kitchen with laughter. I also decided that I wanted a ghost free day.

Heather picked me up and didn't ask about Reed. It was a relief to talk about our normal gossip and watch her teasing Alex. The past few days spun my head and I needed normalcy.

My first class was a breeze. We were required to write about our life and the people who influenced us. It was Mr. Marenco's version of a test. I thought about my life and how it currently was, but decided to write about my pre-Reed existence. At 750 words I was the first one done.

I met Heather in the hallway and we walked to the drama class. Mrs. Schuler was planning our end of the quarter drama production. We were going to do an adaptation of "The Phantom of The Opera".

It was one of my personal favorites so I was excited. I could easily relate to ChristineDaaé and Reed as my Erik, the phantom of my life's opera. That was the part I decided to read for.

One after the other each student read the part that interested them. Heather went before me to read the part of Carlotta- but I was almost certain she would get cast as Christine.

I had always thought she had a better voice than I did. She glowed on the center stage, her voice ringing loudly over the rest of the class. I was certain she would get the lead.

It was my turn and my nerves were already shot. It would be hard following Heather. I stood, center stage, looking out over the class seated in the auditorium, but before I could open my mouth, I was captured by the bright blue eyes in the back row. Reed sat tensely watching me, waiting for me to begin. He smiled brightly and my fears dissipated the way he had so many times.

"Think of me, think of me fondly" I began singing.

"when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while- please promise me you'll try."

With my eyes fixated on him, I was no longer auditioning- I was spilling my heart out to him. With the possibility of him leaving, I begged in tune for him to remember me, to think of me, think of us, our love, and the many things we wouldn't be able to do.

I begged him in melody to understand how I felt, how much I loved him, and that there wouldn't be a day I wouldn't think of him.

The tears swelled in my eyes and the room blurred around my sight of him.

As the first tear fell, he was the only thing I could see. His eyes were widened as his lips frowned and I knew he could feel my emotions. I could see the pain in his eyes and the wish for us to have forever together. As the male vocalist auditioning for Raoul began singing, I was overwhelmed and had to leave.

I leapt off the stage and ran out sobbing. I could barely see the door leaving the auditorium from behind my tears. I could hear Heather calling out for me, but my feet only ran faster.

I ducked into the restroom and slammed the stall door behind me. I was a wreck. I had never let a man in the way I had let Reed in. It was dangerously bordering on obsession.

He had taken over every thought I had, every decision I would make, and consumed every waking hour. When we were together I wanted to be closer, when we were apart I wanted to be with him. I was no longer myself, I was completely his.

The realization of what I truly felt overcame me. The weight of it all made me feel like I was in the ocean again, being pulled in different directions, unable to breathe.

"Ally?" I expected to hear Heather's voice, but his smooth tone echoed off the tiles.

"Why are you in the girl's bathroom?" I snickered behind my blubbering.

"I wanted to make sure you're ok. That was…something."

"Yeah, a real performance. They must think I'm insane."

"I don't care. I loved it." I could hear his smile.

"I tried so hard."

"Well it was beautiful." He commented.

"No, not the singing. I tried so hard not to think about you. I couldn't do it. I can't do it. I can't live my life without you in it." I felt the tears starting to form again.

"You won't have to. I promise you…we will always have tomorrow."

"How can you promise that?"

"Because, I can't imagine my life without you in it either."

"You don't have a life." I teased as I left the stall.

I tried sucking up my tears and lifting my mood so he wouldn't feel it.

"We are going to have to talk about you teasing me about being dead." He smiled.

"Do you know what I really want?" I asked doe-eyed.

"What is it?"

"I want a hug." After I said it I regretted it. How could I ask for such a thing knowing he couldn't give it to me?

I felt the jealousy of seeing Sarah hugging him coming back.

"You have no idea how many times I wished I could give you that." He dropped his eyes to the floor.

"I know. I'm sorry. That was selfish of me."

"I can't promise we will ever be able to touch, but I can promise I will do my best to find a way."

The solemn expression on his face made me believe him. I started feeling better, feeling the hope of our future returning.

"You know…this is the closest long distance relationship I've ever had."

"What do you mean?"

"All words, no action. It's like dating someone over the phone."

"I never took you as the kind of girl looking for action."

"There is a lot you still don't know." I smirked and walked past him as he started to fade away.

The bell rang almost immediately after leaving the restroom. I had one more class, geometry, and then I could leave for home and see Reed again. After my breakdown I decided there was no fighting my feelings for him. My time would be better spent trying to find a way for us to really be together.

I did my best to pay attention to everything Mr. Charlone was explaining about Cavalieri's Principle and finding the volumes of cylinders and prisms. If Reed and I ever had a future, one of us needed a good education. I could imagine finding a job as a ghost would be hard so it would rest on my shoulders to make a living.

As much as I tried paying attention I was constantly interrupted by Cory's snide comments he tried passing off as charm. Throughout the class I caught him staring half a dozen times, looking me up and down twice, and he even tried passing me a note- I refused it.

I didn't know a more obvious way to tell him I wasn't interested than to ignore his advances. He was usually forward, but it was much worse. I wasn't used to someone coming so strongly, doing everything they could to get my attention.

By the end of class I could see his annoyance with me. As the bell rang, I ran.

Later that night I turned in early, giving me some time with Reed. We both agreed not to talk about him being hunted or the danger of limbo. I just wanted one night where we could talk like a normal couple.

"Is there anything you miss about being alive?" I asked as I leaned against my headboard.

"I miss food." He smiled.

'Oh, what kind?"

"I miss steak most of all. I miss the grilled gristle and juicy flavor of it. I would kill to have a perfectly cooked steak right now." He licked his lips.

"Well, killing would be the only way you could have one." I teased.

"It would almost be worth it." He joked back.

"What else would be worth it?"

I hinted toward an answer, one that I had been waiting to hear him say.

"Being able to kiss you." He gave me what I wanted and my heart melted.

"It would almost be worth letting you kill so I could touch you." I whispered selfishly.

I ran my hand through his, feeling the chill run through my body. I watched as his fingers slid through mine playfully.

"It's always so cold." I commented.

"I can fix that."

He continued running his hand through mine as I felt the temperature rising. The cold was soon replaced with gentle warmth. It reminded me of the sun's rays beating down on my skin. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again we were no longer in my room.

Waves crashed against the rocks as my toes dug into the sandy beach. The bright sun radiated heat on my skin.

"What happened?"

"It's a little trick Paul taught me last night." He smiled brightly. His lips filled with rose as his blue eyes peered into mine.

"It feels so real." I commented as I reached down- taking a handful of sand.

"In your mind it is, in reality we are still in your room."

I quickly reached for him, testing how real the vision was. As my hand passed through him again I frowned in disappointment. I knew it was too good to be true.

"I Guess I still can only touch you in my dreams." I sighed.

"Me and Paul are working on that too." He reassured me.

"So you were at the house last night?" I tried asking innocently but I knew he felt my jealousy.

"Don't worry, Sarah wasn't there." He smirked.

We sat on the shore, overlooking the busy waves of the ocean. My mind drifted to the last time I was on a beach. Nina was so happy searching the sand for seashells and kicking the waves as they came in. My parents watched us adoringly as we entered the water and began swimming.

We were such a happy family- life seemed perfect. We never imagined the possibility of tragedy coming anywhere near us. You hear stories on the news of families losing their homes, children, or a parent, but you never think it would happen to you.

In a way that day brought us closer. It taught us to appreciate everything we had and slow down life- to enjoy every moment. It saddened me how it took losing someone so young and full of life to make us see it.

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" He felt.

"Yes." My eyes continued to scan the sand as my toes dug in.

"I wasn't thinking. I should have taken you to the mountains or something."

"No, it's ok. I used to get sad when I thought of her, but now her memory just reminds me of how short our time is. I loved her, even when she got on my nerves, but I know she is in a better place." I smiled.

"Let's go back to your room." He suggested.

The beach faded away, along with the gritty feel of sand between my toes and I was back in my room. The clock read 1 A.M.

"How is it so late?" I jumped.

"I don't know. We don't really have a sense of time."

"Really?" That explained why I spent so much time waiting.

"Yeah. When I leave you and come back, it seems like moments even though hours had passed."

"Lucky you." I sarcastically laughed. "Is there a way I can call you? Maybe with a Ouija board?" I asked shyly.

I hated waiting around.

"No, you don't want to use that. You never know who will show up. Just will me to you, I'll feel it."

"You mean like wish for you?"

I was kind of insulted that I had to wish for my man to show up.

"No, just concentrate really hard on me appearing next to you. I'll feel the pull and come to you."

"Sounds like you have done that before. How many women are willing you to them?" I felt the jealousy returning.

"Only one- It's the beautiful little girl that lives next door." He laughed.

I had almost forgot about Katie and started to feel bad that I was taking her brother away from her. I made a plan to invite Katie for a walk with us.

"You better get to bed young lady, you have school tomorrow." He commanded. Sometimes he seemed more like a father than a boyfriend.

"I know."

"I love you." His soft voice sounded louder when the words reached my ears.

"What?" I asked unprepared.

"I love you Ally." He repeated.

My heart jumped excitedly as I felt my face flush. My skin was on fire and I could feel the sweat starting to trickle from every pore. I never gave a thought to him actually saying those words. I assumed ghosts couldn't love. Without a beating heart, it only made sense.

"Are you ok?" His smile disappeared as I paused.

"I love you too." I choked out.

The words felt so natural escaping my lips. I truly did love him.

"I know you do, I can feel it." He smiled mischievously. I was embarrassed that he felt my love first. It was like I said it first- in a way it ruined the moment.

"Have sweet dreams and I will see you after school."

"Yes you will." I was confident of it now that I knew how to call on him.

He faded away slowly and I fell to the bed. His soothing voice repeated the words in my head. My heart continued skipping beats and my breathing was shallow. I had never told anyone outside my family that I loved them. But I had never felt the way I felt when I was with him. To say he was my soul mate sounded cliché, but since he was just a soul, it was true.

Six

My smile didn't fade as I fell asleep. Even in the morning it was still there. It could have been the dream I had of me and Reed together, touching, kissing, and caressing one another. It was the first time I had such an intimate dream about him.

We were entangled in each other's arms, expressing our love. But it may have also been the sound of his confession of love the night before. I could have fallen asleep with the smile and held all night as my heart repeated his words in each beat.

Regardless of the reason, I was truly happy. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, run up and down the streets screaming "ALLY AND REED FOREVER!" but I knew it was a secret I had to keep.

I left the bathroom and went to my closet. I took my time getting dressed and fixing my makeup. I had a new level of self-confidence that I wanted to show off.

I tried on 5 different outfits before settling on a shirt and skirt set. I left my sneakers in the closet and put on a pair of Mary Jane wedges. I put my hair in large curls and let the waves flow down my back. I dotted my lips with a soft pink lipstick before rubbing them together. A spritz of my favorite perfume finished me off and I finally looked the way I felt- utterly beautiful.

All my preparation made me later than usual. When I reached the kitchen my parents were already gone for work and Heather sat at the table waiting.

"There you are." She teased.

"Whoa, who are you dressing up for?" She noticed.

"For me." I lied. I did it for Reed. I wanted to look good enough to cause his dead heart to beat again and get rid of any thoughts of the dead girl he stayed with at night.

"Well you are definitely going to get attention at school today." She tried sounding vague, but we both knew she was talking about Cory.

Heather could always see through me as if I were the one that was a ghost. I could see by her expression that she suspected I was keeping a secret. I just didn't know if telling her would ever be a possibility.

"No Alex today?" I noticed his absence.

"Nope, he is taking the bus until he learns to keep his mouth shut about my driving." She flashed an evil smirk.

I didn't have time for coffee and I hated giving Heather a reason to drive faster than she already did. Her little convertible sped down the streets and hardly paused for the turns. I gripped the door for dear life as I felt the seatbelt locking up each time she slammed on the brakes.

All the work I did on my hair was almost undone by the time she shot into the school parking lot.

"That was exciting." I panted as I swallowed my heart into place.

"At least we are on time." She smiled proudly.

I quickly remembered why I didn't dress up often. The ogling from the male students kept my cheeks a bright red. The girls whispered to each other as I passed them in the halls on the way to class. I couldn't make out what they were saying but I was almost certain I didn't want to know.

Even Mr. Marenco noticed my efforts as he flashed a flirtatious smile when I entered the class. If I had known it was all it took to get his attention the year before, I would have done it then. Now that I lost my childhood crush on him, I just found it amusing and laughed silently as I took my seat.

I spent the class in constant blush as Mr. Marenco read out love sonnets. He glanced at me as often as possibly, ironically during the tender most parts of the reading. He was cute and if I wasn't in a supernatural relationship I may have pursued it, regardless of the teacher/student cliché.

The bell rang I darted out as I noticed Mr. Marenco watching me walk away. Crush aside; he started to seem a bit perverted.

Heather met me at my locker so we could walk to drama together. Mrs. Schuler was going to announce the cast of the production and I was excited to see which part I ended up with.

After my breakdown I was sure I didn't get the lead. I would have been happy as an extra or even a still piece of furniture without a script. Maybe she would even make me a stagehand so I wouldn't be seen at all.

"Ready Ally?" Heather asked.

"Yep, let's go." I flung my backpack over my shoulder and took a quick look around to make sure Cory wasn't lurking.

"Ok everyone. I'm ready to announce the cast, so everyone gather on stage." Mrs. Schuler called out.

We all gathered in a semi-circle around Mrs. Schuler. I was less excited than most as I watched them all fidgeting and waiting for their names to be called.

I looked around the stage, wondering if I had the upper body strength to pull the different set design pieces around. I was surely going to have that job.

"Let's start with the part of the Persian. The role will be played by Sam Gardner." Everyone clapped.

"The role of Madame Giry will be played by Amanda Jensen." The clapping started and stopped.

I waited through the reading of the remaining extras and smaller parts. Being one for the dramatic, Mrs. Schuler saved the main characters for last.

"The part of Carlotta will be played by Heather Bronson." I clapped loudly but sat in shock, I was certain she would have gotten the lead.

"The role of Christine goes to Ally Dahl." The room ruptured with applause. My eyes shot open in surprise.

"Why me?" I quickly questioned.

"Your audition was filled with emotion and passion. There was never a doubt you were born for this role." Mrs. Schuler complimented.

"Congratulations Ally." Heather pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you." I mumbled, still jolted.

"And finally…the part of Erik will be played by Randy Halbert." Everyone clapped once more.

I was relieved to have Randy playing opposite me. I had known him since elementary school, and even though we weren't extremely close, I knew he wouldn't give me a hard time about the kissing scene. But I did need to warn Reed about it. I would hate to have a jealous ghost on my hands.

The remainder of the class were given stagehand jobs and appointed as understudies. Mrs. Schuler passed out the scripts and lyrics as the set and wardrobe designers plotted décor and costumes. I skimmed through my lines, still in disbelief.

The thought of singing in front of a large audience was a detail I overlooked when I auditioned. Visions of me choking in front of all those people rattled the papers as my hands shook.

The ringing school bell was definitely a welcomed sound.

"Out of sight, out of mind," I whispered as I slid the script into my backpack.

I told Alex about Heather getting the part of Carlotta before geometry started. I could see he was excited for her until I disclosed her plan to use him to practice her lines. His smile faded quickly and he slumped at his desk pouting.

I was distracted during class as the all the boys overtly glanced back at me. The one who made me the most uneasy was Cory. His stare was obvious and intense. I did my best not to look in his direction, but I could feel his eyes burning through me. I didn't even think of how he would have reacted to the "new" me. I wanted to just fade away from his sight.

As soon as the bell rang I darted to the door, trying to avoid the inevitable interaction with Cory. Unfortunately a group of students blocking my path held me up.

"Hi Ally." His voice cut like shards of glass.

"Hi Cory." I responded politely.

"You look really good today." He complimented to my chest.

I was sure deep down there was a nice guy in him, but I had never seen it.

"Thanks." I placated.

"I would love to take you out sometime."

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." I sighed in relief. Maybe it would be enough to lose his interest.

"Who? I never see you with anyone." He challenged.

"He already graduated. He's older."

"Well, you will have to introduce me sometime. I would love to meet the man who captured Ally Dahl." His voice dropped low, it was almost maniacal.

"Maybe, one day." I sighed in discomfort.

"Come on Ally." Alex walked up and took my arm, rescuing me from Cory.

"Thank you." I whispered as we walked away.

"Would it really be that bad to go out with him?" Alex inquired.

"I don't know, but I have no interest in finding out."

"Well I think if you at least give him a chance, he might back off."

"That’s a good theory, but wrong." I laughed.

"You should have known he would be all over you when you dress like that."

"Is that your way of saying I look pretty?" I smiled.

"Don't tell Heather." He joked.

The walk to the parking lot was the same as when I entered school, glances and stares made me uncomfortable but at the same time I enjoyed the attention.

Heather drove me home and I stayed on the porch waiting for Reed. The words "I love you" echoed in his shallow tone. I couldn't fathom how he could. I wasn't anything special. He couldn't touch me. We didn't have a future. But Sarah- he had a future with her.

I took a deep breath and let my thoughts release. I knew it would only be seconds before he appeared and I was ready. I worked all morning to make myself comparable to Sarah, even though her beauty was natural. I just hoped he would notice.

"I heard Ally calling, but I don't see her anywhere, just this beautiful woman in front of me." Reed sarcastically joked as he walked up my driveway.

"You hate it." I frowned.

"Not at all. You look gorgeous." He smiled; reaching his hand out to my cheek. The cold settled under my skin and I shivered- I was starting to crave it.

"That was the plan." I smiled into his eyes. "What did you do today?" I asked.

"I was at the manor. Me and Paul were working on my concentration."

"Was Sarah there?" My stomach tightened.

"Yes, why?"

"Just a question." I frowned.

"You're not jealous are you?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"I want to hear you say it." He commanded.

"No. I don't want to."

"Just tell me." He smirked. He was starting to lose his cuteness.

"Because she can touch you…ok!?!" I felt my blood warming.

"I know. But you will too one day." He sounded so confident- but I wasn't. He glided to take the seat next to me.

I knew death was required to get what I wanted- either mine or some poor victim's. I couldn't possibly be that selfish.

"I can tell your getting impatient." He said.

"Aren't you?" I needed to know he felt the same way.

"There is nothing I want more in this life than to make you happy. I just can't give that to you now."

"I know. I would never ask you to do anything you don't want to."

"Then let's just enjoy being together for now."

"I'm trying to."

"I know I can't offer you everything you need." He frowned.

"All I need is you."

"Are you sure you don't need more than I can offer you?"

"Of course I do, but unless you're the one giving it to me, it would be meaningless."

"We can go to the retirement home if you want." He sighed.

"NO!" I was appalled. "I would never forgive myself if you killed someone so I could have a hug." I added.

"I know, but right now it seems like our only option."

I was starting to doubt myself. I know how my heart feels, but to have so many feelings and be unable to physically express them was frustrating. I needed to find a way for us to be together- I was determined.

We spent the rest of the night talking. I felt like a fool, all dressed up. I didn't know what I expected to happen, he couldn't scoop me in his arms and take me. But I did love the look in his eyes and his smile when he looked at me. For now, that was worth it.

I couldn't help thinking about Sarah holding Reed's hand when head my fell to my pillow. A knot quickly tied my stomach and I started feeling nauseous. I knew, when he dissipated, he was with her. I felt like the other woman and it made me sick.

Before I could fall asleep I was interrupted by her soft voice.

"Hello Ally." Sarah's bright presence almost glowed in the dark.

I reached to my lamp and clicked it on. Stunned by her perfect beauty I felt like I was 5 years old wishing to be a big girl.

"What are you doing here?" I asked abruptly.

"You have been thinking long and hard about me." She stated the truth. Whenever the subject of touching Reed came up, so did Sarah.

"That doesn't explain why you're in my room."

"I wanted us to talk- woman to woman." She flashed a fake smile.

"About what?" I sat against my headboard as she glided beside me.

"About Reed of course." I hated the sound of his name on her tongue. "I won't lie…I am interested in him." She stated.

"I can tell."

"I know you can. But he is interested in you…though I don't know why." She peered at me through the corner of her eye as if she was sizing me up.

It felt like an insult, but even I had questioned it. There was no comparison between Sarah and I. Her large round breasts, her soft curves, and ability to connect with Reed made me seem unarmed in this battle. She was perfection on two long legs.

"You need to find yourself a nice human boy and leave Reed to me." She demanded.

"Reed loves me and I love him. I'm not going anywhere." I defended.

"If I want you to go somewhere, I can make it happen." She threatened.

"Do you really think killing me would get Reed to choose you?" I tried to hide my fear.

"I never said I would kill you. What kind of monster do you think I am?" She laughed.

"Then what are you talking about?"

"I just want you to know I'm not giving up this fight. And to be honest, I have more to offer in many ways than you do." She looked me up and down again.

"Reed doesn't seem like a breast man to me. I have a feeling a pulse interests him more." I snidely commented.

"Let's quit the cattiness and talk seriously. You don't have a future with Reed. Are you really prepared to spend your life unable to kiss him, touch him, or sleep with him?" She started putting more doubts in my head.

"You saw the people I hang with at the manor. I don't have many options. Reed is the only one I could see myself with. But you have a world of living men to choose from." She continued.

"Gary seemed like a nice guy." I snidely commented.

"Don't be ridiculous. I am just here to warn you, I won't be giving up trying to catch Reed." She stood.

"Also, please stop thinking about me so much. I keep feeling your pull and its creeping me out." She smirked one last time before disappearing.

I was left disturbed. I was now locked in a love triangle with a dead beauty queen who could easily take my life I got too far ahead. I tried not to think about her too strongly. I didn't want her coming back.

I went back to bed, confident that I had already won Reed. He expressed his love for me. If he wanted Sarah he would have already been with her. The lonely ghost girl could find her own man.

Still, there was a small part of me that kept thinking about him getting tired of waiting. We didn't know what kind of future we could build, but with Sarah, it was clearer. What if he got tired of waiting to be touched? What if he craved being kissed? Why would he wait for the chance to make love when he didn’t have to? The knots returned in my gut.

Seven

The morning was wet, so my coffee warmed me. My late night visit by Sarah was still on my mind- no matter how hard I tried not to think about her. I didn't want another run in with her.

I dodged the large rain drops when Heather pulled up. Alex was in the back seat, probably on a time out.

"You look like crap." Heather noticed.

"It was a long night."

Heather took it slow on the wet roads, which was unlike her. I was thankful though. I couldn't imagine dying a horrible death that would leave my spirit mangled and bloody. I started to wonder if I would stay if I died or if I would be forced to Heaven. Hell wasn't even an option. I was a good girl- always minding the rules.

I spent the morning daydreaming of a life without life. I pictured Reed and I spending an eternity together in our perfect glowing ghostly forms. I knew I was romanticizing death, but I also knew it would be the only way I could be with him without straining either one of us. I also knew it would even out the competition with Sarah.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me have your attention." Mrs. Schuler addressed.

"Today we are going to have our costume fittings for the play, and then I want everyone to break into their respective groups and practice your lines." She demanded.

"Come on Ally, I have your costumes." Jennifer's small voice beckoned.

"Oh, ok."

"I really hope you like them. I spent all week sewing them together. There should only be a few small alterations needed."

"I'm sure they will be beautiful."

Jennifer was small and mousy, the type you could imagine sitting at home on a Saturday night reading. Even though I didn't know her well, we had classes together since the 5th grade.

"You are going to be a great Christine." She complimented.

"Thanks, I hope I do well."

"You always do." She smiled admiringly.

"Ok, slip this on and let's see where we need to alter it."

I tucked my head under the large dress and pulled it over me. I stood still while Jennifer poked and prodded at the cotton.

"We can take that in a bit." Jennifer smiled.

"Yeah, guess I wasn't as big up top as you thought."

"Well it’s a bit hard to guess. You don't really dress like some of these sluts running around here." She whispered.

Jennifer was always quiet, but when she spoke up, she said what was on her mind.

The room filled with song as each group of actors started going over the script. I spent most of the class just listening. I preferred to learn my lines alone- it was easier to concentrate.

Heather dropped me off as usual but I didn't go inside. I could hear Katie playing in her backyard and went to say hi.

"Ally!" Her little face lit up.

"Hi Katie. What are you doing?"

"Playing with my doll."

"She looks very dirty." I commented as I watched her grip the dirt stained arm of her ragged doll. "You must really love that doll." I added

"Reed bought it for me for my birthday." She smiled.

"Do you want to go for a walk with me and Reed?" I asked.

"YES!" She shouted.

"Ok, go ask your mother and I'll go put my stuff away."

"Okay!" She scurried off.

I started thinking really hard about Reed, waiting for him to show up as I made my way to my room.

"Hey sweetie." His smooth voice woke my entire body.

"Hi." I smiled brightly at him.

"You are starting to enjoy being able to call me at will aren't you?" He laughed.

"Well I promised Katie we would go for a walk with her."

"Well that was sweet of you."

His smile made me warm. I almost craved his approval. He always seemed to know how to get a reaction from deep within me.

"Where are we going?" Katie asked bright-eyed as she skipped toward us on the porch.

"I thought we would go downtown. There is something I want you two to see." I smiled.

"How was your night?" Reed inquired as we began walking down the sidewalk.

"Umm...it was fine. How was yours?" I lied.

"Same as always, I kinda floated around trying to remember what it was like to sleep."

He laughed but I felt sorry for him. All the things we take for granted he was without. The taste of food, feeling of touch, even the nuisance of sleep was a pleasant memory for him. I wished I could offer some solace but I felt helpless.

"So are you going to tell me about your conversation with Sarah?" Reed pushed.

"I thought you couldn't read minds."

"I can't. Sarah told me she saw you. Whatever you said to her must have really gotten under her skin. She was pissed when she got to the manor."

"To be honest, she did most of the talking. I bit my tongue." I felt my nerves starting to dance erratically.

"What was it about?" He kept pushing.

"She really likes you." I felt my stomach twist when the words escaped.

"And?"

"And she wanted to let me know about it. That's all."

"Well I calmed her down, so you don't have anything to worry about."

"I wasn't worried." I wasn't really worried, but I was scared out of my mind.

"Mhm." He grinned.

Katie's skipping slowed to a walk as we approached the park in the middle of downtown. It was still early and the park was almost empty. There were a few guys playing chess on the stone chessboards placed at each end of the small park. The hotdog vendor was setting up his cart in preparation for the event.

"What are we doing here?' Reed asked.

"Waiting." I replied.

"I've never been here before." Katie commented as she stood on her tip-toes to watch the men playing chess.

Her short legs only get her chin high on the board. I smiled at her fixation with the small plastic pieces being moved. She reminded me so much of Nina I began feeling like she was there with us.

"Can I ask you a question?" I swallowed.

"Sure." His eyes turned to mine and I almost forgot what I wanted to ask.

"Umm…have you ever thought about being with Sarah?" My heart jumped when I realized there was a chance his answer wouldn't be the one I wanted.

"Honestly?" His lips pursed.

"Yes, of course honestly. Always honestly!" I emphasized.

"Yes I had." I could see the worry in his eyes. He knew what I wanted to hear but gave me the truth anyway.

"Have you ever kissed her?" My heart was screaming at my mind to stop asking.

"Yes…once." He stared more intently into my eyes.

"Why only once?" I wanted to crawl away and cry.

"Because the next day…I met you." He smiled.

The jealousy quickly lifted, my nerves calmed, and my heart returned to a steady fast beat as he smiled.

"Well no wonder she's upset. I stole you from her." I snapped playfully.

"You didn't steal me from her, I was never hers." He laughed.

"So why did you choose me? I'm nothing special and she has already given you more than I can."

"Because I fell in love with you Ally, since the first time I saw you." He stepped closer.

I wished he could reach out and pull me into his arms. I wished I could look up at him adoringly and press my lips to his. I wished we could have a moment of normalcy.

Before I could react our attention was drawn to a man sitting on the stone steps in the middle of the park. The soft beating from his drum was soothing and gentle. His eyes were shut tightly as he concentrated on the mood he was setting.

"Is this what you wanted us to see?" Reed whispered in my ear, causing chills under my skin.

"Not quite. There's more." I grinned.

Katie ran up behind us and watched intently. Her wide blue eyes shined in the dimming light of the evening. We listened to the solemn tune the drummer was sending out over the park as two more men walked up and sat beside him. They placed their drums between their legs and slowly joined in, increasing the tempo.

The musicians played in perfect harmony, feeding off each other's talents. We continued to watch as more drummers entered the park and joined in. Before we knew it, there were 15 drummers beating their leather covered bongos and congas.

The tempo kept increasing as spectators began dancing. People followed the sounds and joined us in the park, taking up every seat and limited standing space available. I sat on the soft grass as Katie danced in front of me. Reed sat behind me, almost as if straddling me. Only once in my life had I sat that way before- with my first boyfriend. This time it was different. I couldn't fall back into Reed or I would just continue falling to the ground.

I watched Katie as I felt my skin cooling. I closed my eyes as Reeds hands slid in and out of my body. I felt him warming me, cooling me, and then warming me again. It was as close to a caress as we could have.

His fingertips were relentless as he slid through my entire body. I closed my lips tightly, holding in the moans as his hands found my thighs, sending chills up my legs and settling between them. I could feel the pulsating of the drums through his hands like a heartbeat placed everywhere he touched.

Before he could continue Katie jumped into my lap and hugged me.

"Thank you for showing me this. It's so much fun!" Her high pitched voice brought me back to the park.

"Oh! You're welcome." I responded before turning to Reed and shooting a devilish look. He smiled back knowing the teasing he just put me through.

We spent the rest of the evening listening to the drummers entertaining us. Katie danced until she was winded. As I saw her fatigue set in I knew it was time to go.

We made it halfway home before I had to carry Katie the rest of the way. Her small arms wrapped around my neck and warmed me. I started thinking about my future and how I had always wanted kids.

I looked over at Reed smiling at us. His flowing steps and soft glow kept reminding me of what he was. I couldn't help but feel scared of spending my life with him and never having a family. I couldn't imagine being without him but I couldn't imagine never having a daughter of my own either.

The reality of our limited relationship started setting in. It was so one sided. I had to give up so much living while being with me made Reed feel more alive. Everything I dreamt of as a little girl was tossed aside to be with him. I was giving up everything I ever wanted for one thing I never knew I wanted- him.

We dropped Katie off with her mother and sat on my porch swing. We stayed silent for a moment- listening to the rustling leaves of the forest across the street.

"Is everything ok?" Reed broke the silence.

"Yeah, why?" I mumbled under my breath trying not to look at him.

"You're just so quiet."

"Nothing's wrong, everything is good."

"I didn't push anything tonight did I?" I glanced over to see the worry in his face.

"No! That was umm…unexpected, but not unwanted." I blushed.

"To be honest…that was my first time." He admitted.

"Like…ever? I mean, you know…anything." I couldn't bring the words up from my stomach.

"Well not EVERYTHING, but the first time like that."

If a ghost could blush I was sure he would have been. We had never talked about our past sexual experiences- being unable to touch it seemed like a tease. I was inexperienced by many people's standards. I had kissed a boy before and there were a couple of times where hands wandered, but nothing like what Reed made me feel.

"What about you?" He inquired.

"What about me?"

"Have you ever…you know."

"Oh, no, never." I blushed brighter.

"It's getting late- I should let you get to sleep." He could see how uncomfortable I was.

"Yeah, I have school tomorrow."

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Goodnight Ally." He leaned in as though he was going to kiss me, but stopped when reality hit.

"Goodnight Reed."

I didn't even wait for him to disappear- I just went inside.

I spent the night restlessly thinking about us, our future, everything I would have to give up. Things that meant so much to me, like a wedding, children, grandchildren. We couldn't even take vacations together, go out to dinner, and we definitely couldn't make love- not the conventional way. What he made me feel at the park was amazing and I wanted to feel it again, but what would it lead to? What kind of life would I have being pleased without the ability to please him in return?

I spent the morning trying to concentrate on school work and not the thoughts that haunted me. Flashes of warmth would come over me when I thought of holding Katie in my arms as she slept. A tingling would take over my body when the images of his hands running through my skin and sending his sensations up my legs. It made me crave affection.

Like Reed, I didn't have many choices when it came to dating. The guys I wanted to date weren't interested and the ones I wasn't interested in where always around. I had the rest of my life to plan for dating and marriage, High School seemed too soon for anything serious.

Before Geometry ended Mr. Marenco addressed the class.

"Ok everyone. I am assigning you into pairs and you all have a project to work on together. Once I read the groups, the lady of the group must come up and select a project blindly from this hat."

I sighed in annoyance. I was never good at working in teams. But if I must, I was hopeful to get Alex, I knew he would take it easy on me.

"The first group is Alex and Michelle." I cringed.

"Second group is Jennifer and Bobby. Third group is Ally and Cory…" My heart stopped when I heard his name. My worst nightmare came to fruition.

I glanced at Cory and was caught in his stare. The large malevolent smile on his face made my skin crawl and I felt nauseated. How could I get out of this?

Mr. Marenco finished reading the groups and made us girls pick the projects just before the bell rang and everyone headed for the door. I took my time gathering my books, hopeful to plead my case. As soon as the last student left I approached him.

"Mr. Marenco, I need to talk to you about my partner."

"The groups are set Ally, you and Cory will be working together."

"Is there any way I can trade with someone else?"

"What's wrong with Cory?" He asked.

"Well…he just…" I couldn't just say he was creepy. I couldn't think of a valid reason. I was failing in my plea.

"I am sure you two will find a way to get this done. Think of it as preparation for the real world. I work with people every day that I can't stand. This will be a good learning experience for you."

"Yes sir." I frowned as I slumped my way out the door.

I wasn't in the mood to go home- instead I wanted to see Reed. The curious side of me wanted to see Reed at the manor. The last time I was there we didn't really get much time to explore and I was curious about the others he was with- especially his relationship with Sarah.

I knew he would be training with Paul and I wanted to watch.

"Hey Heather, I have an errand to run, can you drop me off somewhere?" I asked as I approached the car.

"Sure, where do you need to go?"

"The east side of town."

"East side? What do you need to do there?" She asked.

"Just an errand."

"Ok, but you'll be lucky if I slow down to let you out. You know I don't like that part of town. You shouldn't be there alone."

"I'll be fine. I've been there before."

"As long as you're sure." She shook her head.

I bitched through the entire car ride, filling Heather's ears with disdain for Mr. Marenco. Each point of annoyance made her laugh even harder. I wasn't feeling any sympathy from her at all. That was probably because she would love to see me and Cory get together.

She stopped long enough for me to jump out of the car before speeding off. She was always afraid of the homeless. I felt empathy more than fear.

As I reached the manor I could hear laughing and cheering inside. The plywood barrier was still broken and I was able to crawl in. The front room was empty and I could see everyone gathered in the main living room. I learned from last time not to look at Gary in the corner and instead kept my stare fixated on the group of ghosts in front of me.

"Ok Reed, give it a shot." I heard Paul's voice bellow.

"You can do it!" Ronny cheered on.

As I approached the group I could see Reed standing on one side of a piano and Sarah on the other. They were smirking at each other in fierce competition. As I watched the looks she gave him I felt the jealousy returning.

I kept quiet, not to disturb them and was able to watch unnoticed. Reed held his arms out, Sarah followed suit. As Ronny counted down from 3 I held my breath. Once he reached zero, Reed lunged forward, gripping the piano and pushing it toward Sarah. Sarah pushed back, their hands almost pushing through the hard wood. I heard the piano squealing and snapping from the force of their pushes.

It was like a reverse game of tug of war, each of them pushing as hard as they could, trying to get the other to fold. The legs of the piano began buckling as is screeched across the wood floor. Just before snapping into splinters, Sarah's hands fell through the piano, her body following, sending her straight toward Reed.

He caught her before she hit the ground, causing him to fall back with her in his arms. I was stunned at how comfortable they looked together as they laughed together. I took in a loud breath, catching Sarah's attention.

She glared through me before leaning in and pressing her lips to Reed's. Her eyes closed tightly as her fingers ran through his messy hair. I was blinded by the tears swelling in my eyes.

As I gasped Reed looked up at me, pushing Sarah away from his lips.

"Ally!" He called out to me, but I was halfway out the door.

I began storming down the street when Reed appeared in front me.
"Ally! Wait!" He begged.

"No! Go back, get away from me!" I screamed, drawing the attention of everyone around.

"It's not what it looked like. She kissed me!" He defended.

"Yeah, right! You didn't seem to mind." I tried keeping my voice down.

"She caught me off guard. I swear I would never do that to you!"

"What does it matter? I can't give you that! I could never give you that!"

"It's me who can't give it to you. I wish I could!" His eyes lost all sparkle.

"What I really wish for is that I didn't love you so much!" I screamed.

I could see his heart breaking but I was blinded by my anger and hurt to care. I was out for blood- if he had any blood in him.

"Just leave me alone. I need to think." I demanded as he stopped following.

My mind was a swirling abyss of emotions as I walked to the bus stop. I didn't even remember getting on the bus or how I noticed when it was my stop. I just remember the fury and hatred I felt as I walked up my driveway. My dad's car was parked in the driveway, earlier than normal. I stopped to calm myself before entering the house, wiping away the tears.

"Hi Honey." My dad welcomed me as I walked in the house.

"Hi Dad, what are you doing home so early?"

"Fire drill at work, I snuck out." He laughed.

"Are you going to get in trouble?"

"Nah, they didn't need me this afternoon anyway."

"Good." I set my bag down in the atrium.

"A Cory called for you about 20 minutes ago."

"Great." I sighed.

"New boyfriend?"

"Oh God no! Just someone I was paired with for a project."

"He seemed nice on the phone." He commented.

"Not everyone is as they seem." I held back more tears.

"Are you ok? You look like you've been crying." He noticed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I think I'm going to lay down for a bit. I'll be down for dinner."

"Ok sweetie, just feel better." He kissed my forehead and I went upstairs.

I fell to my bed and lost the little bit of control I had downstairs. The tears fell to my pillow, soaking it in salty sorrow. I turned it over and closed my eyes. The images of Sarah and Reed flashed in front of my eyes and my heart broke each time. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. I trusted him completely, trusted him with my heart. I was broken.

Even though I knew deep down Sarah was to blame, Reed wasn't innocent. He knew how I felt about her and he didn't stay away. He couldn't stop himself from being around her. He wanted to be near her.

Eight

I knew it would only be a matter of time before Reed or Sarah would pop into my room. I needed to keep them out until I was ready to face them. I needed to make a call.

"Hello?" Cecelia answered.

"Hi CC, it's Ally."

"Well, I figured I would hear from you again. How is Reed?" I could hear her smile over the phone.

"Fine I guess. I just have a question."

"Sure, what can I help you with?"

"Well…how can I keep ghosts out of my house?"

"Oh! Trouble in paradise?" She laughed.

"Yeah you can say that. So what can I do?"

"First, are you absolutely sure you want him out of your life?"

"Yes! Definitely! I just want to get back to how things were."

"Ok, if you're sure, pour salt in the 4 corners of your room. That should keep them out."

"Salt? Like table salt?"

"Yeah, it doesn't have to be special salt, any salt will do."

"Great! Ummm, what about when I'm not home? Anything I can do then?"

"Yeah, just carry salt with you. That should keep him away."

"Great! That sounds easy. Thanks a lot."

"Good luck." She laughed as she hung up.

I didn't hesitate, I ran downstairs to raid the kitchen for all the salt we had. I poured small piles in all 4 corners of my room as well as my closet. I placed a small amount on an empty perfume bottle and slid it in my pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief, I was ghost free.

I knew it would still take a lot of time for me to get over him, to stop thinking about him if I could ever stop thinking about him. But keeping him away was going to make it a lot easier. I couldn't resist him when he was near- as if he drugged me each time he appeared. But apart I could withstand his charms.

I went to school with a renewed sense of calm. It was easier to concentrate on classwork knowing Reed wouldn't just manifest himself whenever he wanted. If Sarah wanted him that badly she can have him. I was starting to imagine a normal life again. A life full of possibilities that wasn't possible with Reed.

I breezed through most of the day. Even Heather noticed my renewed sense of self during drama class. When I practiced my lines she said I sang louder, clearer and more beautifully. Sometimes she unknowingly reminds me why she was my best friend.

I wasn't even bothered in Geometry class when I saw Cory staring at me. In a way it made me feel more normal than I felt since I met Reed. It was like everything was how it should be. And when the bell rang, I didn't even rush out of class to avoid him.

"Hey Ally."

"Hey Cory. Sorry I didn't return your call yesterday, I wasn't feeling well."

"It's ok. I was just calling to see when we could get together for the project."

"How about tonight? I don't have anything keeping me busy." I smiled at the thought of having the night without ghosts.

"Sounds good. How about we meet at the café by Coxe Ave and Patton?" He suggested.

"Sounds great, I love that place. Around 7?"

"Yeah, perfect. I'll see you then." He smiled largely and almost galloped away.

As I watched him leave I started to see why Heather thought we would make a good couple. He did have manners when he wanted to- even though he was a bit rough around the edges. He probably just needed the right girl to clean him up.

Heather dropped me off at home, teasing me about my study date with Cory. I suddenly didn't mind, I even found myself looking forward to meeting him later. I never really took the time to get to know who he really was.

I quickly ate dinner and went upstairs to shower. I laughed at myself when I realized who I was primping for. I never thought the day would come when I would make an effort to see Cory. But a sense of normality was what I needed and his pining was definitely normal.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I wrapped the towel tightly around me and went into my room. Just as I was about to drop the towel on the floor I felt a chill.

"Hi Ally." His voice startled me and I screamed, wrapping the towel tighter around me.

"I'm so sorry!" Reed jumped back and turned around, covering his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I needed to see you, I needed to explain." He started turning back around.

"Don't look!" I screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again.

"How are you able to get in here?" I quickly grabbed my clothes from my bed and slipped them on.

"What do you mean?"

"I put salt in the corners, you shouldn't be able to come in here." I explained.

"Oh." He laughed.

"What's so funny?'

"Salt doesn't do anything. It’s a crutch. The real power is your desire for there to be no ghosts." He explained.

"Well I desire for there to be no ghosts!"

"You can say that, but deep down it's not true, or else I wouldn't be here." He turned and caught me in his gaze- I felt powerless again.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to meet Cory to work on a project, not that it's any of your business."

"Oh. I guess you're still mad. I told you that she was the one who kissed me." He pleaded again.

"I know. But you didn't stay away from her. You put yourself in a situation where she could kiss you."

"I know. But I don't have a lot of places to go, ya know."

"Still, it didn't seem like my feelings mattered to you." I accused.

"Of course they matter."

"Look, I don't have time to argue. I have to go." I started out the door.

"Can I see you after? I want us to work this out."

"Fine. I'll call you when I get home."

I left him standing in my room, grabbed my bag from beside the door and left. I was furious to lose the normality of the night. I felt stupid for getting all dressed up just to have Reed pop back in. Now I was dreading meeting with Cory while thinking of the long talk Reed and I would have afterwards.

"Wow, you look great." Cory commented as I walked into the café.

"Thank you, that's sweet of you." I blushed.

"Umm...I took the liberty of ordering you black tea. I hope that's ok."

"Of course. I love their black tea."

"Great. Me too. So should we get started?"

"Yes of course." I pulled out my geometry book and the card I drew from the hat.

"So what is our project?" He asked.

"We have to draw a series of pictures without using parallel lines, and then write an essay on how the world would be affected if parallel lines didn't exist."

"No parallel lines?"

"Yep."

"Well it would have been harder for me to drive here if there weren't any parallel lines on the road." He laughed.

"Ok great, write that one down, we can use roads as an example for the essay."

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Why do you always turn me down when I ask you out?"

"Ummm, honestly, I don't know. I don't really know you." I tried to answer without sounding mean.

"I know, but that would have changed over dinner." He defended.

"Ok, I'll be honest. I've seen you with the cheerleaders and beauty queens at school. I just wasn't sure what your intentions were with me."

"Intentions? You make me sound like a monster." He chuckled.

"No! Not a monster, just kind of a player." I blushed.

"Well there is a lot more to me than the girls I date." He frowned.

"I know- I'm starting to see that."

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Almost 8, why?"

"It's about to start."

"What is?" I asked, but he was already turned around toward the large curtains behind him.

The curtains were pulled open by the workers and the small stage was lit up. There was a microphone and a chair sitting center stage. The young woman working the counter stepped on stage and took the microphone.

"Welcome everyone to open mic night!" The crowd cheered.

"Our first performer is from Hendersonville- let's welcome Bobby Fraine to the stage."

Everyone clapped as the young homely man sat in the chair and lowered the microphone stand. The large acoustic guitar in his lap almost hid his slender body. He gave a small welcome and started strumming.

In Asheville folk music was popular. The town didn't have a shortage of talented musicians and poets. One after the other each entertainer left it all on stage, keeping the crowd in constant applause. I was jealous I didn't have such talent.

"And last but not least, our last performer of the night, Cory Marshall!" The crowd clapped and I looked toward Cory confused, but offering a smile.

"Wish me luck." He demanded as he stood.

"Good luck." I started clapping as he made his way to the stage.

He didn't sit like the others- he simply stood behind the microphone. The crowd's applause silenced as he began.

"This is a small poem I wrote, inspired by a long time lust." He cleared his throat and began.

His voice was mellow as he recited his poem of distant admiration. Each line poured from him like an admittance of love. His eyes stared across the crowd at me, his intense stare was different. It was like he wanted me to see him for the first time. To see the real him- he was exposing himself to me.

I hung on every word- as if it were written for me. The entire poem rang familiar as he recited it. A tale of love from afar, watching, waiting, yearning for the day he would be noticed, accepted and embraced. There was loneliness, desire, and lust. He was unraveled and exposed- I was ashamed.

All those years thinking he just wanted to get me in bed, he felt so deeply for me. I caused him so much pain, so much longing and never batted an eye to how he really felt. I couldn't stand to look at him, I wasn't worthy. My eyes fell to the floor and that's where they stay until the applause ended and he returned to the table.

"What did you think?" He smiled.

"I am so sorry." I apologized, holding back sobs.

"For what?" He reached out, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"For making you feel that way."

"Don't feel bad, that wasn't about you." He lied.

"Who was it about?"

"Just everyone in general." He smirked.

"Sounded like one person."

"Well even if it was, it wasn't you. So please smile for me." His hand moved to my cheek, causing me to smile.

"There it is." He smiled back.

"It's getting kind of late- we should pick this up another night." He suggested.

"You're right. I need to catch the last bus anyway."

"Not this late you're not. I'll give you a ride." He offered.

"Ok, thanks."

The night was cool as we walked to his car and I wished I brought a jacket. The sleeveless halter top I was wearing wasn't enough to keep the chill off and I began to shiver.

"Here." He wrapped his letterman's jacket around my shoulders before opening my door for me.

"You really are a gentleman aren't you?" I giggled.

"I have my moments."

He ran to the driver's side and slid into his seat. The engine of his Mustang roared as he turned the key. We left the parking lot and started toward my house.

"You know where I live?" I asked.

"Of course. We've been in the same school since elementary school."

"True. Which reminds me, where did you go last year?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you used to be a year ahead of me, but you disappeared for a year, came back and was held back."

"Oh,well, I went down south with my family to take care of my grandfather." He explained.

"And you didn't go to school that year?"

"No, I was needed to help. But it worked out for the best, I get to be in class with you." He flirted.

"Very smooth." I giggled back.

I watched the stars through the window as Cory navigated the curvy roads into my neighborhood. The sky was always so clear you can spend hours counting the twinkling lights. I would lay on the lawn with Nina and just stare at the sky, waiting for shooting stars. We would see who could point one out first and keep score. Nina won most of the time.

"Here we are." Cory announced as he stopped in front of my house.

"I had a really great time tonight." I commented.

"You sound surprised."

"Well to be honest, I am. I didn't know what to expect."

"Well I hope you don't think I'm such a bad guy anymore."

"Absolutely not. Just the opposite actually." I smiled.

I looked into his eyes. It was the first time in a while I looked without trying to find the dead stare of a specter. His deep brown eyes had a surreal shine. I didn't even notice him leaning toward me until his lips touched mine. My lips naturally followed the movement of his as our tongues reached out to one another. I could still taste the sweet tea on his breath as he kissed me harder. It took a moment to realize what I was doing.

"Wait. I can't" I pulled back.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just got out of a relationship. I don't think I'm ready for this. I'm sorry." I apologized and leapt from the car.

I didn't look back until I was in the house. Through the small window of the door I could see Cory drive off confused. I instantly felt bad. I knew the poem was for me and yet I hurt him again. For someone who was actually human, I felt like a monster.

I dropped my bag by the door and ran up to my room. As I entered I saw Reed sitting by the window.

"How long have you been there?" I asked.

"Long enough." His voice was distraught.

"Did you have a good time?" He continued.

"Yes, it was fine." I mumbled, staring at the morose look on his face.

"I'm glad. I'll leave you to sleep."

"Wait!" I tried to demand, but it was too late- he was gone.

I cursed irony as the tables were turned. Just as Sarah kissed Reed, Cory kissed me, and Reed was the one who was hurting now. A very small part of me felt justified, but the largest part of me felt like I should be chasing Reed to the manor to apologize. I suddenly understood how he felt, how it wasn't his fault Sarah kissed him and how I overreacted. There was a lot to talk about and a lot of forgiveness we both needed to offer one another.

That night I tried to think of anything else except the kiss, but it wouldn't leave my thoughts. The feeling of his lips against mine, soft but powerful, made me yearn for another. But it made me yearn for Reed's kiss. I could never imagine how it would feel to press my lips to his. If Cory's kiss could make my head spin, Reed's would cause me to melt instantly within his arms. The same thought that I was wishing for also reminded me that I may never get it.

But that could be why I wanted it so badly.

Nine

I stayed in bed until the last possible minute. I knew what the day had in store for me. I had to hide what happened last night from Heather, confront Cory about the kiss and then wish Reed to me so we could work out everything that had happened- in that order.

My morning shower didn't offer any refreshment, my morning coffee couldn't perk me up if it were made from pure adrenaline, and I knew I couldn't get advice from my parents. I was alone and unaided. I didn't even bother primping. I went back to my ponytail, t-shirt and jeans.

I let out a large sigh as Heather's convertible rounded the corner and screeched to a stop in the driveway. Alex wasn't with her, which was a bad sign. I wasn't prepared for girl talk.

"Hey Ally."

"Hi. Where's Alex?"

"Tutoring in the school library."
"You're idea?" I laughed.

"You know it. So how was last night?" Her smile was huge and her fingertips tapped the steering wheel in anticipation.

"It was fine."

"Just fine?"

"Yeah, we met, we studied, and he dropped me off."

"You're a horrible liar!" She snapped.

"Ok fine, he kissed me, which was all."

"Oh my God! How was it? Is he a good kisser?" She perked up even more.

"It was good. But it was a mistake and it won't happen again."

"Damn it Ally, why not? What is so wrong with Cory?" I could see her patience fading.

"There's nothing wrong with him. I'm just not able to date anyone right now."

"Why not? Is it that other guy? I thought that wasn't going to work out."

"It's not, I mean, It might now. I don't know anymore." I started to feel my eyes swelling.

"Oh Ally, I'm sorry, don't cry. I didn't know you were that serious about him."

"Me neither, but I can't be without him."

"Then don't be. You can make it work." She tried to console me.

"You don't understand. There is so much in our way."

"Tell me what it is, let me understand."

"There isn't enough time right now and I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Ok. Just know I'm here for you if you need me. Always!" She smiled again.

She did make me feel better. Her advice wasn't always bad. I could make it work with Reed, I would just have to sacrifice so much to do it. Unless we were able to find a way to bring him back to the living, I would spend my life untouched and in love with a ghost.

"Are you excited about your birthday tomorrow?" Heather changed the subject.

"A little bit. My parents haven't really mentioned it lately."

"You're still getting a car right? Cause I'm getting tired of being your chauffer." She joked.

"I think I am. I won't know until tomorrow."

With everything that was going on, I had completely forgot about my birthday and the freedom of the open road. I started to feel excited again when I imagined never waiting for another bus or counting on friends for rides.

When we reached the school parking lot I knew Cory would be looking for me. I had a couple of choices, I could seek him out and explain things, or I could avoid him until he cornered me. As my 18th birthday was coming up, I chose the adult thing to do and started looking for him. Since he was looking for me as well it wasn't hard to find him.

"Hi Ally."

"Hi Cory, can we talk?" I asked.

"Sure, come on." He led me to an empty table in the courtyard.

"I just wanted to explain about last night. It had nothing to do with you at all."

"I know. It's the older guy right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"What was obvious was when you kissed me back." He pointed out.

"I know, it was unfair of me. I don't know what came over me. I'm not normally that kind of girl. I've just been so confused lately and I shouldn't have used you like that."

"Used me? You didn't use me." He laughed.

"I feel like I did."

"I kissed you first. I made the move."

"I know, but…"

"No buts. You know how I feel about you. I just want you to know that I will never give up on you. The second the other guy fucks up, I will be there." He stood up and walked away, glancing back with the malevolent smirk I didn't miss the night before.

Heather caught up with me and we walked to our lockers. I couldn’t help but feel bad for Cory. He was not at all what I expected him to be and if I had known it sooner, there may have been something there. But Reed was still the only one I could imagine being with, no matter what I had to do.

"So, tomorrow night we are going to dinner, just me, you and Alex to celebrate your birthday." Heather demanded.

"I don't get a say in this?"

"Not even a peep. Lately you have been so distant, I need to celebrate my best friend's 18th."

"Ok, you're right. Where are we eating?"

"Palaco's. I've rented the back room." She smiled.

"The back room for just the three of us?"

"You know I'm not being seen with Alex- not the way he eats."

"Don't you ever go to dinner together?"

"Take or drive thru. Until he evolves and can use a fork, those are my rules." She laughed.

I wasn't really looking forward to being a third wheel on my birthday, but I was looking forward to more time with Heather. I had been neglecting her since Reed came into my life. I was starting to fear for her manners having Alex as the only one she could spend time with.

I went through the entire day without anyone making a big deal about my birthday. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when the final bell rang. Just before reaching the car, Alex ruined my day.

"Let's hear it for the birthday girl!" He screamed across the courtyard as he jumped around me.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? You're turning 18, be proud, sing it loud." He laughed. "Make way! Birthday girl coming through!" He continued.

The blood left my cheeks as I finally reached the car and Heather's cackle at Alex. His child-like immaturity is what drew her to him. She had to be the grownup of the relationship, something she craved.

"Get your boyfriend under control please!" I pleaded.

"Alex! Hush!" She commanded. He listened.

"Ally, be sure you don't make any plans tomorrow, you have to show up for dinner." She instructed.

We had gone to dinner thousands of times, never once did she have to command me to show up. It all seemed shady. I imagined a surprise party but didn't have the faintest idea of who would show up other than my parents. I didn't have enough friends to fill a diner booth let alone an entire back room.

As we got closer to home my birthday plans fell to the wayside as the conversation I needed to have with Reed came to the forefront. The look on his face was horrific before he disappeared. It was almost as though he died all over again.

As soon as I reached my room I started concentrating, imagining Reed appearing before me. I closed my eyes, wishing as hard as I could, expecting to hear his sultry voice at any moment. But no matter how many wishes I sent out, he didn't come.

Hours passed and still no Reed. I had dinner with my parents and even though they tried to hide it, I caught their small hints about my car. After dinner I did the dishes, wiped the table down and went back to my room. My head hurt from all the concentrating but I was relentless, I lied on my bed, closed my eyes and kept concentrating on Reed's appearance until I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke to another sea of roses. Tucked in the middle was a small box with a note leaning against it. I felt a small bit of excitement as I opened the off-white envelope. I had to look closely to read the scribble inside.

"I'm sorry about last night. Happy Birthday my love."

The handwriting was different than before. Did Reed write this?

I reached for the small velvet box and opened it carefully. The shimmer of the white gold chain took my breath away. There was a small angel charm attached. It was probably as close to a ghost as he could get. I slipped it on after my shower and went to the kitchen.

"Happy birthday sweetie." My dad wished.

"Happy birthday honey."

"Thanks mom and dad."

"Do you have any plans?" He asked.

"Just dinner later with Heather and Alex."

"That sounds nice. Where are you going?" My mother asked.

"Palaco's."
"That’s pretty pricey. It should be nice." My dad smiled.

They tried playing innocent but I could always tell when they were up to something. The small glances at each other, the way my mother tries to hide her smile, and they were as transparent as Reed.

"So are you ready for your gift?"

"Sure dad."

"Follow me." He instructed.

He led me to the garage and opened the door. I was expecting to see a decent used car but was surprised when the garage was empty.

"Umm, I don't see anything." I laughed.

"Hit the garage door button."

"Ok." I reached up and pressed it.

As the garage door slowly lifted, I could see the tires, then the bumper, the hood, and the emblem on the hood. The brand new car shined in the sunlight.

"A new car?" I asked confused. "Can we afford this?" I continued.

"Yeah, and the fact that you asked if we could proves you deserve it." He replied.

"But dad, I would have been happy with something older and cheaper." I explained.

"Well I couldn't find anything that I would feel safe with you driving. And if I had to go to a dealership I'd rather get you something new."

"I love it! Thank you!" I leapt into his arms and hugged him before running to my car.

"Now it doesn't have a lot of extras. It's just the basic model. But you do have airbags all around you." He laughed.

"I don't care, it's perfect. Thank you."

"Just promise you'll be careful driving and no long road trips yet." He demanded as he handed me the keys.

"I promise." I smiled.

"Go. Take it for a drive."

"Ok."

I slid into the driver's seat and started the car. It was so smooth I couldn't tell if it was actually running. I eased out of the driveway and drove to Heather's. I knew she would want to be the first one to see the car. She only lived 10 minutes from my house by car, 30 minutes if I had to walk. But I knew I would never have to walk again.

I honked the horn as I pulled into her driveway. Alex and Heather came out of the house.

"That is gorgeous!" Heather screamed as she ran to my window.

"Very nice!" Alex chimed in.

"Thanks. It's perfect right?" I stepped out of the car to admire it with them.

"From now on we take your car to school." Heather joked. "When's our first road trip?" She asked.

"Not until I get clearance from the parents."

"Well now that we have a car with less miles on it than mine, we can put some miles on it."

"It would definitely be a comfortable ride."

"So are you driving yourself to the restaurant tonight?" She asked.

"I'll be driving myself everywhere." I laughed.

"Good, just don't be late."

"I won't. But I better get going or I will be. I have to make another stop."

"Ok Ally. Congratulations on the new car. It's great. And Happy birthday!"

"Thanks." I hugged her and turned to Alex.

"Happy birthday Ally." He hugged.

"Thanks Alex. I'll see you both tonight."

I wanted to see Reed and thank him for the gift. I could have easily willed him to me, but I decided to drive to the manor. I was a little nervous about seeing Sarah there but didn't want to give it too much thought. Instead I concentrated on Reed. I was in too good of a mood to have Sarah feeling my thoughts.

"Happy birthday baby!" Reed popped in and screamed.

"Holy Shit!" I felt the car veer as I jumped, the tires screeching against the gravel shoulder of the road.

"I told you not to do that anymore!"

"I'm sorry, I heard you calling but I didn't know you were driving." He apologized.

"You can't tell what I'm doing when I think of you?"

"No, it's just an echo I hear."

"I guess I need to be careful thinking about you in the shower."

"I'll admit…I've been hoping for that time." He chuckled.

"Perv!"

"Is this your new car?" He looked around inside.

"Yes, you like it?" I smiled.

"It's very nice. Thought you said you were getting a used car."

"That's what I thought." I replied.

With Reed in the car, I turned away from the direction of the manor. I was relieved I wouldn't have to deal with Sarah. Instead I pulled into an empty parking lot and put the car in park.

"Did you find my gift?" He asked.

"It was hard to miss. Thank you, I love it." I pulled the angel out from my under my shirt.

"And the card? I wrote it myself."

"You did?"

"Yes, I wanted it to mean more. I went through 5 pencils trying to write that." He smiled proudly.

"So you can touch things now? Like…me?" I was hopeful.

"Not yet. I still don't trust it. I am still scared I'll hurt you."

"But one day?"

"Yes, one day I will be able to touch you."

"But it won't be the same for you right?"

"No. Paul says I will always be numb, as long as I'm a ghost." He sighed.

"So the only way is to take someone?"

"Seems that way."

"Has Paul ever taken anyone?" I asked.

"Yes. He said he tried it when he was new."

"Did he say what it was like?"

"He said it was intense. Everything was heightened. The smells, taste, feel, all of it was amplified. He said it felt surreal and fake."

"So he never took anyone after that?"

"No, he said he would rather be numb and see the world how it is than to have a false sense."

"I guess I could understand that."

"Can we listen to the radio?" He asked.

"Sure." I reached to turn the radio on- noticing the time. "Shit! I need to get to dinner!"

"Can I come?" He asked.

"Ummm…sure. Just stay out of sight," I laughed when I realized who I was talking to.

The restaurant seemed busy when I pulled into the parking lot. Mindful of my new car I parked in a spot with no cars around it. I didn't want to come out and find a ding from a car door.

Heather met me outside with Alex immediately behind her.

"There's the birthday girl." She smiled.

"Sorry I'm late, I was clear across town." I apologized.

"It's ok, at least you made it."

I followed them through the restaurant with Reed at my heels. The path to the reserved room ran through the main dining area. The restaurant set a romantic ambiance and everyone was dressed up, making me feel completely inappropriate. I tried to hide behind Heather as much as I could and hoping I wasn't insulting the diners by showing up in jeans and t-shirt.

As we entered the back room I was already nervous. The room was completely dark when we walked in.

"Surprise!" The lights flicked on and I fell back. "Happy birthday!" They continued.

The party was surprising. I expected just my parents, Heather and Alex, but C.C., Katie and Mrs. Archer showed up as well. I watched Reed closely as he sat in the corner watching the festivities. I couldn't begin to imagine what he felt being so close to his mother, yet so far.

If she only knew her son was in the same room as she was, I know she would have been happy. I thought it unfair that I was able to spend time, talk to, and be with Reed while she had to work through his loss. It may have been the first time I was the one to be jealous over.

After everyone wished me well and handed my gifts, we had cake and talked. Heather and C.C. fell back into the old days when we were all friends. Katie danced around to the music playing in the background and only occasionally glanced at Reed- who was sitting in the corner watching. I was worried she would try to interact with him in front of her mother.

As the evening wound down, people started to leave. I couldn't help but smile as Mrs. Archer carried the sleeping Katie to the car. It reminded me of the night I had her in my arms. She was still so little even though she had such a large personality.

C.C. followed next, instructing me not to open her gift until I was alone- which raised my curiosity. I slipped her small box into my pocket and thanked her for coming. My parents left afterward, leaving Heather, Alex, Reed and myself to pick at the cake.

"Were you surprised?" Heather asked.

"Absolutely, I didn't expect so many people."

"I was surprised C.C. showed up." Alex commented.

"I know, me too." I replied.

"It was nice to see her though. But she said you went to see her a few weeks ago." Heather stated.

"Yeah. I was thinking about her and thought I would see how she was. She may look different, but she is still the same Cecilia." I smiled.

"Well I think it's time for us to go. It's getting late and the busboy looks anxious to get in here." Heather laughed.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired too. Thanks again for the party, it was great." I hugged her.

"You're welcome sweetie. I expect the same for my birthday next year." She teased.

"Absolutely."

We left the empty restaurant and the lights went off as soon as the door shut. Heather and Alex disappeared around the corner of the building as they headed to their car. Reed followed me as we started through the dark parking lot.

"You are so loved." He stated.

"I know I am. They are so great." I smiled.

"Thank you for letting me be there with you."

"You don't have to thank me, you didn't take up any space." I chuckled. "I'm sorry you had to watch your mom and Katie, I know you must miss them both." I continued.

"I do. But I check in on them all the time. I guess it's better than being in Heaven and not seeing them."

"I guess you're right."

"I mean, I still feel like part of the family when I'm there- just an ignored part." He explained.

I started thinking about when I first met Reed and the thought of death keeping us together. When he spoke of his family it made me wonder how my family would react. Mrs. Archer had Katie, the way my parents had me when Nina died. I knew if I were to go, my parents wouldn't make it through another death. Even as romantic as spending an eternity with Reed sounded, I knew they would never live through my death.

"Did it just get colder?" I noticed as a chill ran through me.

"You're asking the wrong guy." Reed laughed.

The wind picked up as I heard branches snapping from a nearby tree. The leaves on the ground swirled in a cyclone, lifting to the air. I paused as I saw the bright yellow circles peering at us from the distance.

"What is that?" I asked as my skin crawled.

"Where?" Reed followed my stare.

The demonic yellow eyes were overshadowed by the sharp toothed grin. Its bright while fangs peered from behind its maniacal smile.

"Look out!" Reed shouted as his arms reached out, hitting my shoulder.

His strong push sent me through the air, smashing against my car door as I landed. I writhed in pain as I watched the dark figure lunge from the branch toward Reed. As its sharp claws extended Reed ducked away. The hellish fiend reached out, grazing Reed's arm. A bright light shone from his wound as he screeched in pain.

"Reed!" I screamed as I ran to him.

The demon landed on all four legs like a cougar, its snarling smile turning back as us. It was hideously thin, with rotting flesh falling from its bones. The sound of its claws scraping against the concrete rang in my ears as it lunged toward us again.

Just as it was about to land on top of us I closed my eyes, preparing for the pain of being ripped apart. The smell of the creature burned my nostrils as it stopped in front of us. Reed was curled over in pain as I stared the beast in the eyes. It let out a devilish snarl before lunging once more and I felt my heart stop.

The loud snarl turned to a painful screech that opened my eyes once more. The shadowy figure curled up in front of me, kicking in agony. Reed leapt through me, tackling the creature and started swinging. His fists connected one after the other, beating its hellish face into the ground.

Reed stopped as the demon quit moving. There was no blood- the creature simply dissipated into a large puff of black smoke and blew away in the breeze.

"What the hell was that?" I asked as I ran back to Reed.

"That was a gatherer." He explained.

"It was disgusting."

"Yeah, they're not pretty." Reed stood.

"Are you ok?" I asked as Reed caught his breath. I watched intently as the glowing gash on his shoulder slowly closed.

"Yeah I'll be fine."

"That thing hurt you?"

"Yeah. Ghosts and demons can hurt each other the same way the living can. But that thing wanted to do more than just hurt me."

"Why did it stop?" I asked.

"I don't know. I've never seen that happen before."

"You've fought these things before?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry." He frowned.

"And you touched me." I was reminded by the throbbing in my shoulder.

"Yeah, are you ok?"

"The first time you touch me and it flung me 20 feet through the air." I scoffed.

"Are you ok?" He asked again.

"Yeah, my shoulder hurts a little, but I'm ok."
"I can help with that."

Reed put his hand through my shoulder, sending a chill through my muscles and heating them up again. The throb slowed and quickly disappeared. The cold and heat he sent through me eased my pain instantly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's get you home." He demanded.

"Damnit! Look at my car!" I cursed as I saw the Ally shaped dent on my door.

"Hang on, we can fix that too." Reed closed his eyes for a moment before I heard Paul's voice behind us.

"You rang?" He laughed deeply.

"Hey Paul, do you think you can fix this for us?" Reed asked as he directed him to the large imperfection on my new car.

"Sure. What happened?" Paul asked as he walked to the car, placing his hands through the door and pulling the dent out from the inside.

"A gatherer." Reed replied.

"Damn. I'm glad you two are ok."

"Have you ever seen a gatherer stop and writhe in pain?"

"What? No." Paul responded.

"This one did. Just before it was close enough to rip us apart."

"I'll ask around and see what I can find out."

"Thanks. I'm going to get Ally home."

"Sure. I'm glad you both are ok. I'll see you back at the manor." Paul stated as he disappeared.

I admired Paul's handy work before getting in the car. Reed slipped through the door to the passenger seat and I started home.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit shaken up but fine."

"Definitely an exciting night." He joked.

"Exciting? Try frightening. Is that what we have to look forward to by being together, demon dogs nipping at our heels?"

"I don't know. I know you don't deserve this kind of life." He sighed.

"I just need to know what to expect."

"I am searching for the answer to that also. I just don't want you getting hurt."

I parked the car and said goodnight to Reed. My parents were already asleep when I entered the house. I got ready for bed and lay down.

I couldn't get the image of the gatherer out of my head. When I closed my eyes I only saw glowing yellow eyes, large teeth and rotting flesh. The smell of it seemed to stain my skin. I knew there was no chance of sleeping.

I stared at the small box C.C. gave me. In all the excitement I forgot to open it. I peeled away the tape and ripped the purple wrapping paper. A round pendent with a large carved eye hung from a thin leather string. I recognized the symbol from horror movies- it was the Eye of Horus, rumored to protect you from evil.

I laughed at C.C.'s implication that I needed protection, but in a way having it made me feel better. I slipped it over my head and lay back down. It was just the peace of mind I needed to fall asleep.

Ten

Three weeks went by since the night of my birthday and we didn't see another gatherer. Reed and Paul still didn't understand why the gatherer stopped that night, so we assumed it was the pendant, just to get past it all.

Reed was getting better at being able to move objects, I was concentrating more on school, and the freedom my car allowed me let me spend more time with Reed at the manor. I enjoyed watching him learn how to be a ghost. It was kind of like watching my quarterback boyfriend during football practice. Each achievement filled me with pride.

Even Sarah was starting to warm up to me. After their kiss, Reed tried keeping her at a distance. His attention to my feelings made me love him even more.

The play was quickly approaching and Reed was instrumental in helping me learn my lines. I felt completely prepared for it. I knew I would still be nervous on opening night but Reed promised to be there and that calmed me.

Cory was still giving me the cold shoulder- and I didn't blame him. Kissing him was a mistake that I regretted whenever I saw him in class. We continued working on the project through email. I couldn't bare having him around knowing how he felt. I just hoped he would forgive me one day. In the meantime he continued with his intense stares that made my skin crawl. Sometimes I wished I could read his thoughts, but didn't think I really wanted to know what he was thinking.

At the same time I couldn't stop thinking about that night and how it felt to really be kissed. It wasn't the fact that it was Cory- it was just the feeling of intimacy that I craved. I wished every morning to wake up and kiss Reed that way. I was devoting all of my free time online, searching for a way to make it happen. But it all came to the same thing, in order to feel his lips, someone had to die.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Heather smiled as she pulled her costume on.

"I think so. I mean, I know my lines, but I don't know about performing in front of everyone." I sighed.

"I think you'll be great." She reassured.

I zipped my costume up for the last dress rehearsal when Mrs. Schuler appeared backstage.

"Ally, we need you center stage." She directed.

"Coming."

"Just relax Ally, you got this." Heather chimed in.

"I know." I sighed.

As I walked on stage I noticed the small crowd gathered in the auditorium. The Principle, Vice Principle and every teacher who had the period off were sitting attentively. Even a few slacking students skipped class and hid in the back. I shrugged it off as practice.

Seamlessly each student gave their best performance. Every song was on cue, the costumes stayed together, and the audience loved us. I felt more confident after seeing the students in the back applauding, they were the critical ones.

"Now everyone, remember, tomorrow be here early. You all have a pass for your last period, so don't show up to class, just come straight here." Mrs. Schuler demanded as we changed out of our costumes.

"Do you want to go out for coffee before you go home?" Heather invited.

"Sure. I could use a pick me up."

"Ok, I'll drop Alex off at home and meet you at the café."

"Sounds good."

I hung my costume in the locker and left for the parking lot. I was doing my best to part out my time between Reed and Heather. It wasn't healthy to spend so much time with one person. I was afraid our flame would snuff out and Reed would start noticing all my small quirks.

I ordered a small chai latte and waited for Heather. The café was as busy as usual but I was lucky to find an open table by the window. Winter was starting and the sky threatened to litter the ground with snow. The cold air was refreshing each morning, giving me a small jolt between the house and the car. Sometimes the chill reminded me of Reed and it was welcomed.

"Sorry I'm late, Alex wouldn't let me go." Heather grinned as she set her purse on the table.

"It's ok, I haven't been here long."

"Let me get my coffee." She stated as she walked off with her wallet.

"Is it girl time?" Reed startled me from behind.

"Yes. So you're not invited." I joked as I felt my heart start back up.

"You mean I can't be one of the girls? Damn!" He smiled. His blue eyes caught mine and it made me keep him.

"Fine, you can stay, but don't try talking to me. I wouldn't know how to explain it."

"I'll behave." He promised.

"Damn, it's getting cold outside." Heather commented as she cupped her hands around her hot coffee.

"I'm enjoying it."

"Since when? You never liked the cold." She asked.

"People change." I stated.

"I guess so. Speaking of changes, what's going on with you and Cory?"

"Nothing and nothing ever will." I sipped my chai.

"Why not? He looks so depressed lately."

I looked over at Reed and could tell the conversation was making him uneasy.

"How are you and Alex doing?" I changed the subject.

"We are good. I don't know why I love that boy, he is so immature, but I feel good when I'm with him."

"I think you just like taking care of him."

"True. He is kind of like the child I never knew I wanted."

"Speaking of which, what are your plans after graduation? Marriage? Kids?" I interrogated.

"Oh no way! He is fun for now, but I can't imagine being married to him or having to take care of him and kids." She laughed but I knew she had thought about it.

"Now back to Cory." She wouldn't let it go.

"Why do you want to talk about Cory?" I asked.

"Because he just walked in." She glanced at the back corner of the café.

Cory walked through the doorway and scoured the room. I expected him to see me and shoot his intense stare but it wasn't me he was grinning at. His eyes fixated at Reed, and Reed returned the glare. His arms quickly tightened around his stomach as Reed toppled over in pain. His loud groans made my heart break.

I looked back at Cory as he stared harder at Reed. I thought back to the courtyard when Reed first felt the painful presence of his taker. I must have dismissed it, as Cory always seemed to be around me, but it made sense. He was there that day. Could Cory have been the one to take Reed's life?

Cory noticed the look on my face and my glances at Reed and quickly left. Reed immediately stood, eased from the pain.

"That was him!" Reed stated.

I couldn't answer him in front of Heather. I couldn't gather my thoughts or piece together how Cory could be a ghost. I looked into his eyes. I kissed him. I knew he was alive. I felt him.

"I have to go." I told Heather.

Without any explanation I stood and left out the door- Reed followed.

"How could Cory be the one?" I asked.

"I don't know. I felt it." He explained.

"This makes no sense. He doesn't show the signs."

"I don't know how either, but I do know it hurt like hell." He huffed, still catching his breath.

"Well what do we do?" I was confused. How do you confront the living and accuse them of being dead?

"I don't know. You go home and I'll go to the manor. Maybe I can find answers there." He disappeared.

I did what I was told. My cell phone rang the entire way home, flashing Heather's name. I didn't answer- I didn't have an explanation for her.

I spent the night trying to piece together every interaction I had with Cory. From the day we first met in elementary school to the time he came back in high school. Even that night we were together. The look in his eyes, they weren't blank and cold. They were warm and inviting. No matter how I tried to explain it, none of it made sense. Nothing about him screamed ghost.

It was starting to get late and I was worrying about Reed. I imagined him trying to confront Cory on his own. Knowing he would curl onto the floor if he went near him, I was afraid I would never see him again. My thoughts of him were strong enough to call him to me.

"What did you find out?" I asked as soon as he solidified in my room.

"Nothing. Paul has no idea either."

"So what do we do?"

"As far as I can tell, he hasn't tried to hurt you." Reed stated.

"No, just the opposite actually."

"Ok, so for now just try to stay away from him."

"That's not a problem, I have years of practice."

"Yes, but now he knows that you know. There is no telling what he might try."

Reed was right. Now that I knew his secret, there was no telling what he might do. I imagined becoming his next victim. I flashed back to the night Reed was taken, the feeling of losing my breath, the emptiness of the black. It started to scare me.

Reed stayed with me that night. As I lay down to sleep, he sat beside me, warming me from the inside to calm me into my slumber. It was the best way to fall asleep.

The next morning I couldn't get rid of him. He was like a protective Rottweiler scoping every inch of every room I entered. With my last period canceled for the play, I only had to dodge Cory through the halls. I glanced in every corner, through every shadow, but Cory wasn't there.

"You know you can't follow me to the dressing rooms right?" I stated as I reached the auditorium.

"Why not? Oh, yeah, you're right." He almost blushed.

"I'll be fine in there, just find a seat in the audience. I'm sure you can watch me from there." I ordered.

"Ok. I'll feel your thoughts if you're in trouble."

"I know you will."

I left him and went into the dressing rooms.

"What the hell happened to you last night?" Heather attacked.

"I'm sorry. There was something I needed to do."

"You have been so weird lately. I wish you would tell me what's going on."

"I wouldn't even know where to start." I sighed.

"Is it the mystery guy?" She asked.

"Sort of, it's really hard to explain."

Before Heather could continue with her questioning we were interrupted by Mrs. Schuler's directing.

"Ok everyone! Let's get the last of our costumes on and meet behind curtain!"

I quickly zipped up my costume and followed the cast. Mrs. Schuler gave one last speech of encouragement and everyone took their places. Those who didn't appear until later returned backstage to watch.

The curtains opened and a sea of faces welcomed us on stage. As I started my part, I surveyed the audience for any sign of Cory. I looked to the rafters to see Reed watching over me with a proud smile. My voice rang over the crowd as I tried hiding the fearful quiver inside me. With everything that was happening I didn't even think about the hundreds of people watching me- only Reed and Cory had my attention.

We went through the first act without a hitch and the curtains closed. We all prepared for the second act. Heather stayed backstage, awaiting her entrance.

I continued watching Reed as he watched over me. At this point he was enjoying the show more than he was protecting me. It made me feel more confident and at ease. I couldn't worry about Cory if Reed wasn't.

As the play continued it was time for Carlotta to appear onstage again. As we reached Heather's cue there was a pause. Confusion set in as Heather was nowhere to be seen. The pause seemed like an eternity before Heather's understudy appeared from left stage, bursting into her song.

I watched as Mrs. Schuler ran around the backstage, searching for Heather. As soon as the curtains fell I ran to Heather's dressing room to find her. She wasn't there. A small envelope sat on her chair with my name on it. My heart fell to my stomach as I opened it.

"The Green Hills Cemetery, 6pm, Come alone. Heather is waiting. Cory"

My stomach tied in knots as I checked the clock. It was already 5:30 and Green Hills was 45 minutes away.

I grabbed my keys and started running out the back door.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Schuler called out.

I didn't have time to answer, I didn't have time to change, and I didn't even have time to think. I started driving, as fast as I could, hoping Heather was ok. The note said to come alone and I knew it meant without Reed. I did my best not to think about him, I couldn't risk him feeling it and putting Heather in even more danger. With the power Cory had over Reed, I didn't want him hurt either.

I didn't know what to expect when I pulled in, but my car clock showed I had 5 minutes left. I parked the car and started running down the dark aisles of the cemetery, trying to catch a glimpse of Heather.

As I reached the southern fence, furthest from the street I could hear her high pitched muffled squeals. Cory stood over her staring at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I watched Heather struggling in the duct tape.

"She's fine." Cory replied. "You just made it." He continued.

"Why are you doing this?"

"That’s the easiest part of all this. I did this for you." He smirked.

"For me?"

"Yes. After I saw you in the café with him, I knew I didn't have to hide anymore." He stepped closer.

"How? How are you dead? I looked into your eyes."

"Oh that? That's just science."

Cory reached up and removed the brown contact lenses from his eyes, leaving his real blank dead stare.

"But you are always alive, how many people have you taken?" I cringed when thinking of the innocent people he had killed.

"As many as I need to keep living, including your boyfriend."

"So it's true. You did take him?"

"Yes. I was at the game and started to feel my life slipping. My parents were with me. I couldn't just disappear. When I saw Reed on the field, he was so vibrant. I couldn't help myself."

"You killed him!" I screamed as I lung toward him. He quickly raised his hand, sending it across my chin.

"I did him a favor. His life would have gone downhill after high school, the soccer star. What would have been next for him, college on a soccer scholarship? Becoming a coach after that? Then marriage and kids and alcoholism?" He laughed.

I started to think about Reed and how he was truly the victim in all this. His life snuffed out so Cory could breathe.

"It sounds like something you know a lot about." I remarked sarcastically.

"Touché." He laughed.

"I'll admit, I was the football star. I would have had the same future. But I was lucky. I was able to avoid it all with one night of partying. Too many pills, too many beers and you never wake up. Only, I did wake up. I was able to see clearer than I ever did before." He continued.

"So what now? You're going to take Heather?" I felt my heart skip a beat as Heather's tears fell to the ground below her.

"Not at all. She was just bait for who I really wanted. You!" He stepped even closer as I tried crawling away.

"How can you take me? You're still alive." I pointed out.

"Not for long. I can feel my life fading as we speak. In just a few more minutes you'll be mine."

"Why me?"

"Because I always wanted you. Since the day I met you I knew you would be special to me. But you didn't want to have anything to do with me. Now I will be able to live off you for a while. How much closer can two people be?"

"You're insane." I screamed as I felt my tears forming.

"No, I'm obsessed."

I watched as his body started to gain its faint glow. I could almost see the life draining from him as he stepped away from me. His blank eyes began getting their ghostly color and he let out a blood curdling shriek. He was dead again.

"It's time." He stated as he floated toward me.

I reached into my dress and pulled out my pendant, gripping it tightly in my hand. I started thinking about Reed, about his life, his death, and our time together. Every moment I spent with him came flashing before my eyes.

I thought about Nina, my parents, and how they fell into a depression after her death. My heart broke at the thought of them getting another visit from the police, and having to bury another child. I thought about Katie, about Mrs. Archer and how their lives were ripped apart when Cory killed Reed.

Lastly I thought about Heather and how she was about to witness her best friend's death. How confused she will be as Cory disappeared in front of her and how I will suddenly just stop breathing. I didn't have time to explain it to her; I should have done it a long time ago.

In a way I knew this day was going to come. Since the day I met Reed a part of me always wanted to join him. A sense of calm came over me as I realized what my death meant. We could be together. We could have forever.

I heard the rustle of the tree branches as the wind kicked up. I waited for Cory to take me, to get it over with. I gave in. I was ready.

The world went silent. There was no noise from the leaves. I couldn't hear Heather sobbing. All I heard was my heart beating in my ears and Reed calling out to me.

"Ally!"

My eyes shot open as my breath escaped me. I felt his grip on my heart and fell over. As my eyes started fading to black I could see Reed flying at me before it all went dark.

Seconds felt like an eternity as my skin chilled. I could hear their voices in my head, fighting one another. Cory's scream pierced my ears before my heart started beating once again. My eyes cleared and I could see Reed looking down at me. His glow was gone, his eyes were cold and dead, and his hands were cradling me gently.

"What happened?" I mumbled softly.

"I broke your rule. I jumped in." He smiled.

"You did? Where's Cory?" I looked around.

"He's gone, I took him."

"You did?" I smiled. "You're alive?"

"Yes, but only for a moment. Dead souls don't last."

I didn't hesitate. I reached up and slid my fingers in his soft messy hair, pulling his lips to mine. I felt his soft kiss take my breath away. His tongue slid gently with mine in perfect harmony. I tasted his breath, felt it on my face. I kissed him harder, refusing to let go. It was more perfect than I had ever imagined. It was as though his lips were made for mine.

I caught my breath as Reed pulled away.

"I can feel it slipping away." He frowned. "I don't want to drop you." He continued.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too Ally." He whispered back as his glow slowly returned. His eyes turned the deep blue I adored and I felt his grip loosen and fade away.

"I better tend to Heather. I have a lot to explain." I stated.

"Ok. I'll see you back at your house." He disappeared.

After untying Heather I started the long explanation on our way home. It was easier for her to understand after witnessing everything that had happened. She was surprisingly calm about it and even asked questions about me and Reed.

When I returned home Reed was waiting for me. I was exhausted from the events of the night and he stayed with me again. His warm touch soothed me and even though his human form offered more affection, I would miss his ghostly form. There was still so much left to learn about his world and about myself. I knew each day with Reed would be extraordinary, and I couldn't imagine going back to an ordinary life.

Knowing there was an entire world of ghosts, takers, and gatherers out there, I should have been afraid. But with Reed in my life, I just knew it would all be ok.

I didn't know how long we would have with each other, but with my fear of death behind me- I could see forever.

Table of Contents

- Preface
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten