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Just convinced my roommate/best friend to play Duskwood for the first time. We're both freaking out over any and all conversation with Jake (we're basically playing it together at this point)
We're already on episode 2 where Cleo and Mc are talking about if Lilly has any siblings other than her sister, and this girl turns to me with all seriousness like "that hacker is her brother isn't he?"
GIRL WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET YOU KNOW THE PLOT TWIST
I'm looking forward to reading when she get to the part about Hannah's potential lover, since Jake's name is already revealed there (if your friend ask him), so I hope the initials J.H. make her hesitate for a moment 😂
Ugh, I can't post videos in reblogs. So here. It gets its own shit post xD
Well, very fast edit because I just had to. I love how the beginning and the end fits perfectly. The in between is obviously just the beautiful nonsense. But to be fair, this is pretty much what I do during every call xD
Hope that kinda fits what you imagined. At least I had heavily fun watching the Liar Liar scenes to get the clips xD
At first, she had taken it as part of the process of change. The shortness of breath due to anxiety and the stress of a new stage in her life. The start of university, moving away from home—despite living in the same city—living alone in an apartment without her parents, studying much more complicated subjects than before in order to get the degree she wanted, knowing that she wouldn't always have time to have fun… For her, it was all a matter of logic, with perfectly normal explanations; after all, everything was new to her.
Of course, she could understand it if it had been the first month, but three months of waking up at four in the morning? The process was always the same since she moved into that apartment: the shortness of breath, as if she had a string tied around her throat.
The young woman put a hand to her throat as she sat up in bed, coughing for air. Once she managed to catch her breath, she checked her alarm clock. Of course, four in the morning. Always so precise.
She was calmer after the first month, so she didn't understand why she was still short of breath. Perhaps it was psychological? She brushed the hair from her face, which had stuck to it with sweat, and got up slowly, trying to prevent the slight dizziness from the lack of air from making her fall to the floor.
She left her room, where a young man with dark hair was sitting comfortably on the sofa.
"Let me guess: You felt like you were drowning again," he said calmly, turning to face her.
He leaned back against the headboard of the sofa, watching as the blonde opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.
She didn't answer him; she simply drank from the bottle, ignoring him.
"And now, you come to the sofa and put on your favorite show," the young man said, watching her approach, placing the bottle on the coffee table and picking up the remote.
"Let's see, where was I?" she murmured to herself, stretching out on the sofa.
The young man moved back slightly when he saw her feet were about to brush against him, wanting to give her space.
"I wish you could hear me," the dark-haired man said, looking at her with pity as he realized that despite her attempt to move away, her feet had brushed against him, almost touching him.
The young woman complained about the cold she had felt, curling up on the sofa.
While she watched the show, the ghost never took his eyes off the young woman, attentive to every detail. Listening attentively to the words of the actor she longed for.
He had been observing her ever since she moved into the apartment, of course setting boundaries, like not entering her room when she was changing or in the bathroom when she was showering. Other times he had to look away when she came out in her underwear, stressed from searching for something important. Just because he was a ghost didn't make him a stalker… Or at least that's what he thought, when he saw her sleeping through the early hours of the night undisturbed. He longed to talk to her or tell her that he hadn't intended to be in her apartment without her permission; after all, it had once been his.
He watched as she began to close her eyes, drifting back to sleep after relaxing.
The ghost got up from the sofa, approaching the television when she was already fast asleep. He interacted with it, turning it off with his energy. Then he looked at her again, with a sad smile.
"Sleep well, Macie."
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Macie ran through the house under the watchful green gaze of the ghost, leaning against the wall as if it were a live-action movie.
"Where did I leave my phone?" The blonde finished arranging the sofa cushions, her hands on her hips. "I could swear I left it here yesterday because I was too tired."
"I do not know," the ghost shrugged as she circled the sofa again, "maybe it is time you got a new one, or better yet, a new number."
He wouldn't normally hide her phone from her unless there was a good reason, and at that moment, there was a good one he wanted to protect her from.
"Wait..." She strode to the bedroom, and the ghost followed, rolling his eyes, knowing she'd guessed.
He watched her duck under the bed, pulling out the phone. She checked her messages and looked at him in surprise.
"Wow... That's... Quite a few messages from Klaus," she muttered to herself, scrolling through the chat.
"If I were you, I would forget about him," the dark-haired man said, squatting in front of her and glaring at the screen. "Remember what happened the last time he came?"
Macie sat up, leaning against the bed, biting her thumbnail. His apologetic messages had made her start to doubt him.
"Let's see... His words sound sincere..." Macie took a deep breath and shrugged.
"And I am telling you, it is a trap," the ghost tried to take her phone, but instead, he only sent a shiver down her spine.
Macie breathed hot air on her hand after feeling the icy breeze. The young ghost slowly withdrew his hand, feeling bad about what he had done.
"I guess I can accept him coming over tonight," she finally began to reply, though her typing was slow and she kept deleting and changing words, trying to make sure the message didn't make her seem like the bad guy in the relationship.
"You are making the biggest mistake of your life," the ghost sighed, even though he knew he was gasping for air. But it was that feeling of “coexisting” with her that made him believe he was still alive.
"Okay, send," she nodded as if she'd done a good job, then checked the time. "Oh my god! I'm going to be late for first class!" She jumped up from the floor and left the room. "And I still have to get the cats their water and food. Stupid phone. Why do you have to disappear every morning?"
The ghost shook his head. The ghost shook his head. Of course, he wasn't doing it maliciously, but as a way to protect her from that boy who seemed like an idiot to him. Seeing his messages made him uncomfortable, and even though Klaus didn't see it, it made Macie uncomfortable too, but she didn't have the courage to tell him. He wished she would at least tell someone, someone who could put a stop to it.
He went to the window as soon as he heard the apartment door open, watching as she placed two plates in the shade, pouring water into one plate and a can of food into the other. The kittens approached her, rubbing against her legs in thanks. Macie stood up, waving goodbye and walking up the street.
He couldn't help but smile at the gesture, and at the same time, he felt a pang of loneliness at not hearing her voice. The apartment felt cold; the energy had completely shifted. It was like when he realized she had died.
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Macie adjusted her heavy bag, smoothing her hair from running. Sitting on a bench, she found her friends chatting animatedly. As she approached, the dark-haired girl stood up first, hugging her. A redhead then stood up, waiting her turn for a hug.
"Hi Macie," she greeted with a smile. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Hi Lian," Macie returned the hug, then stepped back, glancing at the girl still on the bench, "let's just say I woke up at the same time again with the same symptoms," then she noticed the other girl raise her hand in greeting and walked over, giving her another hug. "Hi Jessy, how are you?"
"I'm fine," the redhead smiled, returning the hug tightly, "but we're really worried about you, Macie. It's been four months now. You should do something," she stepped back, looking at her with concern.
"You could go back to your parents’ house," the young brunette sitting on the bench remarked with a mocking smile, "maybe your anxiety is because you miss your childhood bedroom."
Macie grimaced, while her two friends rolled their eyes.
"Even though I don’t like to agree with Charlotte, maybe she has a point," Lian said. They waited for Charlotte to get up from the bench and start walking toward the building, "perhaps you should talk to a professional about your anxiety attacks—"
"They’re not anxiety attacks," Macie complained, stepping forward to turn and face them both, "I wake up feeling like something is suffocating me, always at the same time, and as far as I know, nothing has ever happened to me at four in the morning."
"That's super weird," Jessy frowned, crossing her arms protectively, "it's like—"
"You have a spirit in your house that died at that time," the blonde rolled her eyes at the male voice behind her.
She looked at the dark-haired, blue-eyed boy. His tattoo stood out, running from his neck down his right arm in the shape of a snake. In his left hand, he held a rose with several thorns that looked as if they were piercing his skin, with small drops of blood. It was quite striking with his gothic style, though luckily for him, he wasn't the only one.
Lian and Jessy exchanged mischievous smiles, as if they were sharing thoughts about how attractive the young man was. Charlotte, on the other hand, made a face of disdain at the sight.
"Since you're more of a science guy, how come you have that thought, Gabe?" Macie asked, walking again, this time with the boy following them.
"Just because I study medicine doesn’t mean I can’t think there’s more to our world than just flesh and blood," Gabe said, rolling his eyes with a mocking smile.
"Another one who needs a psychologist," Charlotte muttered, elbowing Jessy.
Gabe frowned, ignoring her. Macie simply decided to continue the conversation, since he was the expert.
"Okay, genius, since I’m more into finding logic in inexplicable things, if according to you I have a spirit in my apartment, how do I contact it to tell it to leave and let me sleep?" They stopped at the door of the young man’s classroom as other students entered.
"Easy, using a Ouija board," Charlotte answered for him, crossing her arms. "Isn’t that the object for communicating with the dead?"
"Yes, but misuse it and you might not communicate with the spirit of your apartment, but rather attract something much darker," Gabe glared at Charlotte, as if to warn her about the bad idea she had suggested.
"My worst nightmare would be using a Ouija board and having my grandfather appear, criticizing my family and the decisions we women make," Lian shuddered, making Macie smirk.
"Yeah, you girls are laughing, but trying to talk to spirits isn’t funny," the boy’s tone hardened, then he looked at Macie, seeking her support.
The blonde nodded. She'd known him since they were kids, so she understood why he took these things so seriously.
"No Ouija boards, got it," She raised her hands in surrender. "So what do I do? Make them pay part of the rent?"
"First, make sure you really have a spirit. Try recording some audio while you're sleeping," Macie nodded, accepting her words, "then, get help to cleanse your house of bad energy if you really do have a spirit bothering you, or if it's just stress," after saying that, he entered the classroom, with a look that even terrified his friend.
Of course, she didn't believe in things like ghosts or demonic creatures; all that existed in movies. But she did believe in her friend, and him advising her to find someone to cleanse her house wasn't exactly pleasant.
"That guy's crazy," Charlotte laughed, walking back to her room. "What nickname should we give him? I know! 'The Mad Man in Colville'."
"Lottie, don't make fun of him," Lian started following her, leaving Macie behind.
The blonde sighed, not liking her advice at all. She knew perfectly well that she lived alone and didn't want her parents to find out. Especially since if her mother found out, she'd have the priest at her house because everyone exaggerated.
"Are you okay?" Jessy placed a hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.
Macie blinked, returning to her thoughts.
"Yes, I'm fine," she smiled to reassure her, although she was a little nervous about the strange things that had been happening to her.
It wasn't a ghost, but it wasn't just anxiety about the change either. Whatever it was, she needed a logical explanation.
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After hours of class, Macie asked her friends for help choosing outfits for that night. Or rather, she wanted to talk to them about whether she'd made the right decision inviting him over.
So, there they were, the three of them in the room, unaware that someone else was watching them from the doorway, shaking his head at the thought of the young woman's bad idea in letting that boy over.
"Okay… Midnight blue or pale pink?" Macie pulled out two dresses, holding them up in front of her as if to introduce them.
Her friends were on the bed. Lian sat clutching an old-looking stuffed rabbit, Jessy tilted her head at the dresses, focused on the colors, and Charlotte lay on her stomach, making faces at the sight of both dresses.
"Pink is pretty," Lian replied, shrugging.
"I think blue is more classic," Jessy pointed at it, smiling excitedly.
"What if you just open the door wearing only a robe?" Charlotte suggested, getting out of bed.
"Do not even think about listening to her," the ghost said quickly, looking embarrassed.
Macie rolled her eyes, putting the dresses back in the closet.
"I want it to be a normal night, just watching movies and spending time together trying to forget about last weekend," she looked through her clothes again, this time pulling out an off-the-shoulder top and skinny jeans, waiting for her friends’ opinions.
"I think it’s better if you wear this," from one of the dresser drawers, Charlotte pulled out lace lingerie, waving it in the air. Jessy whistled and Lian gasped at the sight of the garments. "What if we ask the ghost what he thinks of this idea?"
The young man looked at Macie, embarrassed. He was lucky she couldn’t see him, but he wasn’t one to spy. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do but look away.
"Hey, Ghost who haunts Macie every night!" Charlotte approached Macie, pulling the bra over her, while her friend sighed in exasperation. "Since you're such a perverted ghost, how about she wears this? Which one do you think would turn him on? Or her, we don't know what it is."
"Charlotte, stop it," Macie snatched the underwear back into the drawer. "There's no ghost here, let's drop it."
"Unfortunately, you have one," the young man replied, trying to calm himself, "but no, I am not a pervert like your friend thinks."
"What if you tell him you've changed your mind and not to come?" Jessy suggested calmly.
"Or you could tell him you're busy studying and leave him waiting for your texts," Lian said, setting the stuffed animal aside, seeing that the situation was really worrying her friend.
"Look, that is the best idea I have heard since you girls got here," the ghost stood next to Macie. She shivered at the coldness emanating from him.
The blonde bit her lip, considering backing out and ending things over the phone. But she was someone who believed in romance and wanted to try again, to start over.
"No, no, I've got it under control," Macie breathed slowly, nodding. "It's not like we have to sleep together, we're just going to see each other and spend the night peacefully."
"Please, you and Klaus have already sex," Charlotte crossed her arms, looking at her with a mischievous smile, "it's not like it's not your first time."
"What did you do with that guy?" The ghost looked at Macie, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. He hadn't known about this. Now he understood quite a few things from when he came around.
For a moment, the ghost thought Macie was looking at him when she looked away from her friend, but in reality, she was hiding an expression of discomfort.
Worried about her reaction, he reached out to her, affectionately stroking her cheek—or at least, trying to—. Macie felt that cold again, along with a tickling sensation on her skin. She brought her hand to her face, caressing the side he had touched. For a second, she felt breathless, as if someone were stealing it from her.
The ghost lowered his hand, frustrated that he couldn't feel her the way he wanted. It was incredible that just by watching her interact in that apartment, he had grown fond of her in an inexplicable way.
"But we've had our problems," Macie finally replied, regaining her composure after that strange sensation, "so tonight will be the night of his redemption."
"Well said, he has to win her heart again," Lian approved, looking at her with pride.
The young man didn't like her idea. He knew he wasn't going to change; he had seen it every time he had visited. That boy didn't really know how to treat her.
"And that night of redemption…" Charlotte looked in the drawers, pulling out a pack of condoms. "Are you going to need these?" She wiggled her eyebrows as a mischievous smile appeared.
"For someone who doesn't want to do anything with her boyfriend, you're pretty prepared," Jessy laughed, giving the blonde a playful nudge with her hip, while looking at her with a sly grin.
The ghost looked up, letting out a long sigh. It was incredible that he hadn't seen it until now, or at least, hadn't noticed. Although it wasn't really his business; she could do whatever she wanted because she was alive. The problem was that he didn't like who she was with.
"Give me that!" Macie shouted as she approached her, who threw the box to Lian, who managed to catch it in mid-air.
"Oh! Now I understand the problem!" Lian waved the box, while Macie glared at her. "No wonder you're upset."
Jessy approached Lian and read the box. She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.
"Well, it's known that when men have an erection, their penis gets bigger," the redhead cleared her throat, hiding her laughter, "so it's fine if you buy this size."
"Very funny, all of you," Macie held out her hand as she approached her friend, gesturing for the box back, "I didn't even buy it; he left it there 'just in case.'"
The young man looked over curiously, then glared at the girls.
"Speaking for all men of all sizes, you are being cruel and discriminatory," the ghost remarked, looking at the blonde's friends, "but I think he deserves the ridicule for being rude to you."
Lian sighed, handing the box back. Macie put it away again, turning her back on her friends.
The ghost approached her, positioning himself in front to get a better look. He knew perfectly well that wasn't the problem because he had seen it with his own eyes. More than anything, he wanted to help her. And sadly, he couldn't. It pained him to see her like that, and that all he could do was pass his hands through her and make her feel his cold touch.
"Okay, I think I'll choose the jeans," Macie said, putting on a smile, trying to calm her friends. "Like I said, it's a second chance night. I want to see him behave like a gentleman and respect me."
"I don't understand why he hasn't dumped you already," Charlotte commented, shaking her head.
"Because he loves me," the blonde replied quickly.
"He does not love you, he is obsessed with you," the ghost replied irritably, crossing his arms. "Someone who loves you does not make you feel bad or uncomfortable like he does."
But no matter how hard he tried to tell her, to talk to her, Macie wouldn't listen. His words didn't reach her, as if there were a wall between them.
And that wall was never going to fall down.
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The young woman looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her natural makeup. She tilted her head, trying to figure out how to style her hair, while unbeknownst to her, the ghost of her apartment stood beside her, watching her with a smile.
"No matter what you do with your hair, you always look perfect," he remarked, admiring her.
Macie took a slow breath, reaching for a hair clip. The young man noticed her trembling hand. She was nervous.
When she went to put it in her hair, it slipped from her grasp, causing her to let out a small gasp.
She bent down at the same time as him, instinctively wanting to help her.
His hand passed through Macie's, again pierced by the ghostly chill.
Macie looked up, her gaze fixed straight ahead, as if her eyes were locked on the young man's frozen green eyes, wondering if perhaps they had made some kind of contact and he could see it.
The ghost stared at her, examining every part of her face. From her warm brown eyes, taking in each long eyelash, to the round nose that she found adorable in its shape, and finally her lips, too close to notice.
"But what am I thinking?" they both blurted out at the same time, getting up from the floor.
Macie adjusted her hair clip, letting a few strands fall across her face.
"No… You're not making a mistake, Macie," she told herself, looking at herself in the mirror, leaning against the sink, "you know each other through Stephan, and he's a good guy. How can you not give him another chance?"
"You are making a mistake," the dark-haired man said, standing beside her, leaning against the sink, his tone angry. More at the boy than at her. "Macie, call him and tell him you have changed your mind. This is not what you want."
Macie looked at her phone, feeling a voice telling her she should call him.
"That is it, now pick up your phone and tell him it is over."
The young woman sighed, taking her phone in her hands.
Just as she went to the calling app, there was a knock at the door.
She put her phone away, and the ghost leaned against the mirror, noticing he'd arrived even earlier than expected.
"Flowers?" he heard from outside, her voice happy.
"To apologize for what happened," hearing Klaus's voice made him nauseous. He was sure that if he could throw up, he would right then and there.
It wasn't the first time he'd brought her something and then made her feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand what Macie's problem was with ending things with him completely, but he hoped she would open her eyes and realize that she had given him more than one chance.
"They're beautiful, thank you so much."
"And so we begin again..." the ghost muttered in frustration, knowing that he was going to witness it again without being able to do anything.
Macie took a pitcher from the kitchen cupboard and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside.
The young man who had just arrived leaned against the counter, watching her do this.
"So, what are our plans for tonight?" He bit his lip, raising his eyebrows and looking her up and down.
"I thought we could do something quiet," Macie replied, carefully setting the pitcher aside, "we could order a pizza and watch a movie... Talk a little about us..."
"Talk about us?" The long-haired blond man looked at her, puzzled, sitting up on the counter.
"Yeah, like... I don't know..." The young woman shrugged, giving him a small smile. "About our relationship, you know, how to move forward together."
"Oh, okay, you scared me," Klaus said, putting a hand to his chest and letting out a sigh of relief. "Phew! I think I'd better order that pizza. Should I do it?"
"Sure, but no pizza with anchovies," the young woman warned, raising her finger in a warning gesture.
"Yeah, yeah, no pizza with anchovies," while Klaus pulled out his phone, Macie went over to the sofa to grab the remote and find a movie.
The young ghost approached Klaus with a hint of suspicion, watching his phone as he searched for a pizza, doubting he would actually listen to his request.
"Oh, dude, it’s on sale because it’s new," he muttered, seeing exactly what Macie didn’t want. He glanced behind him, making sure she continued searching for a movie for that night. "Well, she can give them to me if she don’t like them, it’s not that bad."
"And the award for worst boyfriend goes to…" The ghost glared at him, feeling a strange energy surge through his body.
At that moment, the pitcher exploded, spilling the water and scattering the flowers on the floor. Macie screamed, and when she turned around, her expression was one of shock.
"Why did you throw it?" she asked, going to the kitchen and bending down to pick up the flowers.
"Me? The pitcher just exploded!"
The ghost slowly backed away, feeling bad about what he had done. He had to control himself, or he might end up hurting her, and he didn't want to do that.
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After the incident, Klaus ordered the pizza after helping her clear the broken glass, mop the floor, and dry the counter, leaving the flowers lying there. Macie looked at them with pity; seeing them lying there, they looked as if they were already dead.
"Come on, come to the sofa," the young man called to her, holding the remote, "I've already chosen a movie. Don't worry about the flowers."
"It's just that I feel bad seeing them like this," Macie said, gently stroking a daisy petal. Half of the flowers had lost some petals as they fell off, "they look so sad..."
"Macie, they're just cut flowers that were going to wilt eventually," The young woman clasped her hands tightly at his words, as if she'd forgotten that he'd given them to her himself, "I can always buy you more if you want."
"Yeah, right..." With a grimace, she moved away from the counter and toward the sofa.
The ghost looked at the flowers and then at Macie, watching her shuffle toward the seat. That detail had been important to her; the fact that this guy didn't seem to care, despite it being her gift, made him even more annoyed.
"Okay, what did you choose?" Macie smiled, but her smile vanished when she saw he didn't recognize the movie on the screen. "What... What is this?"
"American Pie."
"You've made three mistakes since you got here," the ghost shook his head, seeing how badly he was messing things up.
"Couldn't we watch something more romantic?" Macie lowered his hand before he could play the movie. "There's one that caught my eye, it's about a guy who has a ghost in his apartment—"
"A ghost?" The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, curious about her choice, moving closer to the sofa and sitting on the armrest.
"What about '365 Days'? That one’s romantic too, and I’m sure you’ll really like it, " Klaus suggested, shrugging.
Jake didn’t need to know what the guy was trying to do. He wanted to win her over somehow. Macie tilted her head, making a small face.
"It’s just that it doesn’t appeal to me. I’m not really into that romantic interest," the young woman said, placing her hands in her lap in a way that made the ghost think she was protecting herself from something.
"You’ll see, you’ll like it in the end."
"Klaus, I prefer something quiet, you know?" Macie looked at him intently, hoping he’d get the hint.
"Okay, okay, we’ll watch that movie," Klaus conceded, settling back on the sofa.
"Thanks," Macie replied in a small voice. She didn’t see it as a victory, since it was something they would have to decide together, and if he didn’t want to, then it wasn’t worth it. And she'd also noticed that her options were for more than just watching a movie.
But at least a romantic movie would ease the awkwardness.
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Everything was going well while they watched the movie. Sometimes Macie even made small comments about how she was enjoying it, to which Klaus simply nodded and uttered a curt ‘Yes’ and ‘Good’.
The young woman was happy, by his side, relaxed, with nothing bothering her like other times. She simply wanted her boyfriend to stop always trying to touch her and insisting on more than just kisses; she also wanted moments when she could sit with him and be comfortable.
Of course, for Klaus, that didn't last even halfway through the movie. He began to slide his hand up her leg, slowly caressing it until he reached the button of her jeans, which made her stop him.
"The movie, Klaus," Macie sighed, hiding her annoyance.
"Sorry," the blond leaned down to her neck, beginning to kiss it, "it's just that I'm really tempted to see that button fastening those tight jeans."
The dark-haired young man watched the scene with annoyance, seeing the blonde push him away as if she were afraid of upsetting him. Macie paused the movie, turning to face her boyfriend.
"But I want us to have a quiet night sometime," Macie replied, looking into his blue eyes, trying to elicit a little sympathy with her words, "it can't be that you always want to do it when we're together."
"What's wrong with that? We've already done it."
"Nothing, but…" Macie bit the inside of her cheek, nervously looking down. "I don't want a relationship based solely on us having sex all the time, you understand?"
Again, the ghost saw her guarding up by placing a hand in front of the button of her pants. He even saw a slight tremor in her fingers, something that was incredible her boyfriend didn't notice.
"Yes, of course, I understand," Klaus nodded, getting up from the sofa. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom for a minute. You can keep watching the movie."
"But you're going to miss it—"
"It's okay, you can tell me what happened later," The young man leaned in slightly, kissing her forehead, "I'll be right back."
"Okay." Macie sat down opposite him again, picked up the remote, and started playing the movie again.
The ghost followed Klaus into the bathroom, wanting to keep a close eye on him.
Just as he suspected, the first thing Klaus did when he entered the bathroom was pull out his phone and text someone about his situation. He didn't recognize the man's name, even though he'd heard every name his ‘‘roommate’’ had mentioned.
When he read the question about the amount needed to make Macie want sex, the ghost felt that anger again. Only this time it was much more intense.
"Okay, fine," Klaus looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair, "calm down, Klaus. What does it matter what she said? In the end, she always ends up liking how I touch and kiss her. It's clear she's playing hard to get now. She's been testing me ever since we did it. She loves to tempt me," he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag with a couple of pills, "but that was a while ago. I'm tired of waiting."
"Did not you see how uncomfortable you made her feel? Did not you ever see how her hands were trembling?" The ghost spoke again in a harsh voice, his fists clenched tightly. "You have not respected her once. All you have done is touch her when she did not want you to," the lights began to flicker in the bathroom, making the blond man stare at the ceiling in confusion. "Macie has given you so many chances to behave that this time there will not be another one."
"What the hell—"
Klaus stared at the mirror, gazing at a reflection he didn’t recognize. It was the first time the ghost had seen himself reflected in it, with an expression he couldn’t quite place. But he didn’t care if it was to protect her from someone like him.
The mirror began to shatter, making the young man jump back in fright.
"Klaus? What’s wrong?" Macie asked from the other side of the door.
"What’s wrong?! Your apartment is cursed!" He opened the door, roughly pushing Macie aside, without considering the force that ended up knocking her to the ground. "I'm not coming back here until you call an exorcist!"
Macie sat up, clutching her head in a groan. It had been so hard that the pain still lingered. Then she looked at her arm, noticing the red mark left by the blow; she was sure it would be a bruise for days to come.
The ghost crouched down beside her, extending his hand to try and soothe the pain with its coldness.
"Who are you?!" Macie shouted, backing away from him.
The young man raised both hands, trying to calm her.
"Wait, are you seeing me?" he asked, confused, as he stood up.
"No, of course I'm not seeing you," Macie replied sarcastically, as she too stood up. "How did you get into my apartment? When? How come I didn't notice?" The ghost opened and closed his mouth, confused and unsure how to respond.
His eyes, still in surprise, stared at the young woman, then at his hands. He hadn't even touched her. How was it possible that she could see him now?
"I am sorry, Macie, I didn’t mean to—"
"Macie?" The young woman pointed to herself, now looking at him in surprise. "How do you know my name?" She started walking backward toward the kitchen, her eyes never leaving him.
"I know this is going to sound really weird—"
"More weird than you secretly living in my apartment or knowing me without me knowing you?" She grabbed the frying pan that was hanging on the wall and held her arms out in his direction. "And you'd better give me a good answer, or I'll report you to the police!"
The ghost nodded, taking a small, slow step forward. This startled Macie, who, out of fear, moved forward and tried to hit him with the frying pan.
It was then, when it pierced her, that she felt her body completely frozen.
"What was that—"
"Did you just hit me with the frying pan?" the ghost asked, offended, pointing to his head. "You wanted me to answer."
"Yes! But don't come any closer!" She raised the frying pan toward him again, though she knew it wouldn't work this time. "Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?"
"Please do not be scared by what I am about to tell you," the young man closed his eyes, trying to speak slowly. It had been quite a while since he'd spoken to anyone; he felt he'd lost his touch after talking to himself for so long, "but I have been living here for three years—"
"What— Wait, I've been here for four months."
"As a ghost."
Macie blinked, thinking she was starting to go crazy despite having seen him pass right through her.
"Who are you?" Slowly, she lowered the frying pan, looking at him fearfully.
"My name is Jake," he said, reaching for his sweatshirt and pulling down the collar. The young woman noticed a mark around his neck, stifling a scream of terror, "and I died in this apartment."
*For now, this oneshot serves as an idea for a future story. So, if you liked it and want more, let me know so I can keep it in mind when I finish the story I'm currently writing.
As a side note, what I wrote about Macie and Klaus's relationship was exactly as I described it. I wanted to be able to explain it sometime in the Moonvale story when relationships were discussed, but I decided to show you what it was like and the reasons why Macie feels more comfortable with Jake. That's all there is to say.*
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Al principio lo había tomado como el proceso del cambio. La falta de aire por la ansiedad y el estrés por una nueva etapa en su vida. El comienzo de la universidad, alejarse de casa —a pesar de vivir en la misma ciudad—, vivir sola en un piso y sin sus padres, estudiar materias mucho más complicadas que antes para poder sacarse la carrera deseada, saber que no siempre tendría tiempo para divertirse... Todo para ella era cosa de lógica, que tenía explicaciones totalmente normales, al fin y al cabo, todo era nuevo para ella.
Claro, que lo entendía si hubiera sido el primer mes ¿pero tres meses despertándose a las cuatro de la madrugada? El proceso siempre era el mismo de que se mudó a aquel piso: La falta de aire y de respirar, como si tuviera una cuerda atada a la garganta.
La joven se llevó una mano a la garganta cuando se incorporó en la cama, tosiendo en busca de aire. Una vez que logró recuperar el aliento, se fijó en su despertador. Por supuesto, que las cuatro de la madrugada. Siempre tan justo.
Ya estaba más tranquila tras el primer mes, así que no entendía por qué le seguía faltando el aire ¿Quizás era psicológico?
Se apartó el cabello en la cara, que se le había pegado con el sudor y se levantó despacio, procurando que el pequeño mareo por la falta de aire no la hiciera caer al suelo.
Salió de su cuarto, donde un joven de cabellos oscuros estaba en el sofá, sentado cómodamente.
—Déjame adivinar: De nuevo te has sentido que te ahogabas —habló con calma, girándose para verla.
Se apoyó en el cabecero del sofá, observando cómo la rubia abría la nevera y sacó una botella de agua.
Ella no le respondió, directamente bebió de la botella, ignorándolo.
—Y ahora, es cuando vienes al sofá y pones tu serie favorita —el joven la observó acercarse, dejando en la mesita de delante la botella y tomando el mando.
—Veamos ¿Dónde me había quedado? —Murmuró para ella misma, estirándose en el sofá.
El joven se alejó un poco al ver que sus pies iban a rozarle, queriendo que tuviera espacio.
—Ojalá pudieras escucharme —el de cabellos oscuros, la miró con lástima al ver que a pesar de haber tratado de apartarse, sus pies le habían rozado, traspasándole.
La joven se quejó por el frío que había sentido, acurrucándose en el sofá.
Mientras ella veía la serie, el fantasma no apartaba la vista de la joven, atenta a cada situación que veía. Atenta a las palabras del actor por el que suspiraba.
La había estado observando desde que se había mudado al apartamento, por supuesto, poniendo límites, como no entrar en su cuarto cuando se estaba cambiando o en el baño cuando se duchaba. Otras veces tenía que apartar la mirada cuando salía en ropa interior, estresada por estar buscando algo importante. Que fuera un fantasma eso no le convertía en un acosador... O al menos es lo que él pensaba, cuando la veía dormir las primeras horas de la noche sin que nada la perturbase. Deseaba hablar con ella o poder decirle que no era su intención estar en su piso sin su permiso, al fin y al cabo, había sido suyo una vez.
Vio cómo empezó a cerrar los ojos, volviendo a quedarse dormida tras haberse relajado.
El fantasma se levantó del sofá, acercándose a la televisión cuando ya estaba profundamente dormida. Interactuó con objeto, apagándolo con su energía. Después volvió a mirarla, con una triste sonrisa.
—Que duermas bien, Macie.
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Macie corría por la casa bajo la atenta mirada verde del fantasma, apoyado en la pared como si de una película en vivo se tratase.
— ¿Dónde he dejado el móvil? —La rubia terminó de colocar los cojines del sofá, mientras sus manos las ponía en sus caderas— Juraría que ayer lo dejé aquí tirado por estar demasiado cansada.
—No lo sé —el fantasma se encogió de hombros, mientras ella daba vueltas otra vez por alrededor del sofá—, quizás sea el momento de que te compres uno nuevo o mejor, un número nuevo.
Normalmente no le ocultaría el móvil si no fuera por una buena razón y en aquel momento, había una buena de la que la quería proteger.
—Espera... —Anduvo a zancadas hasta la habitación y el fantasma la siguió, rodando los ojos al saber que lo había adivinado.
Vio cómo se agachaba debajo de la cama, sacando el objeto. Revisó sus mensajes y lo miró sorprendida.
—Vaya... Son... Bastantes mensajes de Klaus —comentó para sí misma, pasando el dedo por el chat.
—Yo que tú me olvidaba de él —el de cabellos negros se colocó de cuclillas en frente de ella, mirando mal la pantalla— ¿recuerdas lo que pasó la última vez que vino?
Macie se sentó apoyada en la cama, mordiéndose la uña del pulgar. Los mensajes de él disculpándose hizo que empezara a dudar.
—A ver... Sus palabras parecen sinceras... —Macie inspiró profundamente, encogiéndose de hombros.
—Y yo te digo que es una trampa —el fantasma quiso quitarle su móvil, pero en lugar de eso, solo provocó un escalofrío a la joven.
Macie echó el aliento caliente en su mano tras haber notado aquel viento helado. El joven fantasma retiró la mano despacio, sintiéndose mal por lo que había hecho.
—Supongo que puedo aceptar a que venga esta noche —finalmente comenzó a responderle, aunque su escritura iba despacio y borraba y cambiaba palabras, tratando de que aquel mensaje no la hiciera parecer como la mala de la relación.
—Estás cometiendo el mayor error de tu vida —suspiró el fantasma, a pesar de saber que no tenía aire en los pulmones. Pero era esa sensación de ''convivir'' con ella que le hacía creer que aún seguía vivo.
—Vale, enviar —asintió como si hubiera hecho un buen trabajo, para después fijarse en la hora— ¡Madre mía! ¡Voy a llegar tarde a la primera clase! —se levantó del suelo rápidamente, saliendo del cuarto— Y aún tengo que llevarles el agua y comida a los gatos. Estúpido teléfono ¿Por qué tienes que desaparecer todas las mañanas?
El fantasma negó con la cabeza. Por supuesto que no lo hacía con malicia, sino como protección ante ese chico que le parecía un idiota. Ver sus mensajes le incomodaban y aunque ese tal Klaus no lo veía, también la incomodaba a Macie, pero ella no tenía el valor para decírselo. Deseaba que al menos se lo contase a alguien para que le parase un poco los pies.
Se acercó a la ventana nada más escuchar la puerta del piso, observando cómo dejaba dos platos en la sombra, echando agua en un plato y una lata de comida en el otro. Los gatitos se acercaron a ella, frotándose contra sus piernas a modo de agradecimiento. Macie se levantó, despidiéndose con la mano y marchándose calle arriba.
Él no pudo evitar en sonreír al ver aquel gesto y a la vez, sentía esa soledad al no escuchar su voz, el piso se sentía frío, la energía había cambiado completamente. Era como cuando se dio cuenta de que había muerto.
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Macie se ajustó el pesado bolso, arreglándose el cabello por haber corrido. Sentados en un banco, encontró a sus amigas hablando de manera animada. Cuando se acercó, la de cabellos oscuros se levantó primero, abrazándola. Una chica pelirroja se levantó después de ella, esperando su turno para el abrazo.
—Hola Macie —saludó con una sonrisa— ¿Qué tal has dormido esta noche?
—Hola Lian —Macie le respondió el abrazo, separándose después mientras miraba a la chica que aún estaba en el banco—. Digamos que de nuevo me he despertado a la misma hora y con los mismos síntomas —después se fijó en la otra chica que levantó la mano para saludar y se acercó a ella dándola otro abrazo—. Hola Jessy ¿Cómo estás?
—Muy bien —la pelirroja sonrió, devolviendo el abrazo con fuerza—, pero nos preocupas mucho, Macie, son ya cuatro meses, deberías hacer algo —se separó de ella, mirándola con preocupación.
—Podrías regresar a casa de tus padres —la joven castaña sentada en el banco le comentó, con una sonrisa burlona—, a lo mejor tu ansiedad es porque echas de menos tu cuarto de niña.
Macie le hizo una mueca, mientras que sus dos amigas rodaron los ojos.
—Aunque no me guste darle la razón a Charlotte, quizás tiene un poco de razón —dijo Lian. Esperaron a que la llamada Charlotte se levantase del banco, comenzando a caminar hasta el edificio—, puede que quizás deberías hablar con un profesional para tus ataques de ansiedad-
—No son ataques de ansiedad —Macie se quejó, adelantándose un poco para darse la vuelta y mirarlas a las dos—. Me despierto como si algo me asfixiara, siempre a la misma hora y que yo sepa, jamás me ha pasado nada a las cuatro de la mañana.
—Eso es súper raro —Jessy frunció el ceño, mientras se cruzaba de brazos a modo de protección—, es como si-
—Tuvieras un espíritu en tu casa que murió a esa hora —la rubia rodó los ojos al escuchar la voz masculina de su espalda.
Observó al chico de cabello oscuro y ojos azules. Su tatuaje destacaba bastante, siendo que iba desde el cuello hasta el brazo derecho en forma de serpiente. En su mano izquierda tenía una rosa con varias espinas que imitaban como si se estuviera clavando en su piel, con pequeñas gotas de sangre. Destacaba bastante con su estilo gótico, aunque por suerte para él, no era el único.
Lian y Jessy se miraron con una sonrisa traviesa, como si se estuvieran enviando el pensamiento de lo atractivo que les parecía el joven. Al contrario que Charlotte, que hizo una mueca de desprecio al verlo.
—Siendo que eres un tipo más de ciencias ¿Cómo es que tienes ese pensamiento, Gabe? —Macie le preguntó, caminando de nuevo, esta vez, con el chico siguiéndolas.
—Que estudie medicina no quiere decir que no pueda pensar que hay algo más en nuestro mundo que solo carne y huesos —Gabe rodó ahora él los ojos, con una sonrisa burlona.
—Otro que necesita un psicólogo —murmuró Charlotte, a lo que Jessy le dio un codazo.
Gabe frunció el ceño, ignorándola. Macie simplemente decidió seguir con el tema, siendo que el experto era él.
—Vale genio, como yo soy más de buscarle la lógica a las cosas inexplicables, si según tú tengo un espíritu en mi piso ¿Cómo me pongo en contacto con él para decirle que se marche y me deje dormir? —Se detuvieron en la puerta del aula del joven, mientras que otros alumnos entraban.
—Fácil, usando una Ouija —Charlotte contestó por él, cruzándose de brazos— ¿No es ese el objeto para comunicarse con los muertos?
—Sí, pero úsalo mal y puede que no te comuniques con el espíritu de tu piso, sino que atraigas a algo mucho más oscuro —Gabe miró a Charlotte de manera fulminante, como si quisiera advertirla de la mala idea que había propuesto.
—Mi peor pesadilla sería hacer la Ouija y que mi abuelo apareciera criticando a mi familia y en las decisiones que tomamos las mujeres —Lian movió su cuerpo como si sintiera un escalofrío, haciendo que Macie sonriera de manera burlona.
—Sí, vosotras os reís, pero querer hablar con los espíritus no es algo divertido —el tono del chico se endureció, para después mirar a Macie, buscando su apoyo.
La rubia asintió. Le conocía desde que eran niños, así que entendía cómo se tomaba aquellos temas demasiado serios.
—Nada de Ouijas, entendido —levantó las manos a modo de rendición— ¿Entonces qué hago? ¿Le hago pagar parte del alquiler?
—Primero asegúrate que de verdad tengas un espíritu, trata de grabar algún audio cuando estés durmiendo —Macie asintió, aceptando sus palabras—, luego busca ayuda para que te limpien la casa de las malas energías si realmente tienes un espíritu molestándote o es solo el estrés —tras decir aquello, entró en el aula, con una mirada que hasta a su amiga le aterró.
Por supuesto que no creía en cosas como fantasmas o criaturas demoníacas, todo aquello existía en las películas. Pero sí que creía en su amigo y que le aconsejase que buscase a alguien para limpiar su casa no era algo agradable.
—Ese tío está loco —Charlotte se rio, caminando de nuevo— ¿Qué mote le podríamos poner? ¡Ya sé! 'El siniestro de Colville'
—Lottie, no te burles de él —Lian empezó a seguirla, dejando a atrás a Macie.
La rubia suspiró, no gustándole para nada su consejo. Sabía perfectamente que vivía sola y no quería que aquello llegase a oído de sus padres. Sobre todo, porque si su madre se enteraba, tendría al cura en su casa porque todos exageraban.
— ¿Estás bien? —Jessy colocó una mano en su hombro, llamándola la atención.
Macie parpadeó, regresando a sus pensamientos.
—Sí, estoy bien —la sonrió para tranquilizarla, aunque estaba un poco nerviosa por las cosas extrañas que llevaban pasándole.
No era cosa de un fantasma, pero tampoco de una ansiedad por el cambio. Fuera lo que fuese, necesitaba una explicación lógica.
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Tras horas de clase, Macie les pidió ayuda a sus amigas a escoger ropa para aquella noche. O más bien, hablar con ellas sobre si había hecho bien en invitarlo.
Así que, ahí estaban las tres en el cuarto, sin saber que había otra persona más en el piso observándolas apoyado en el marco de la puerta, negando con la cabeza al ver la mala idea que había tenido la joven en aceptar que aquel chico fuera a su casa.
—Vale... ¿El azul anochecer o el rosa palo? —Macie sacó dos vestidos, colocándoselo en frente de ella a modo de presentación.
Sus amigas se encontraban en la cama. Lian sentada en la cama agarrando un peluche de conejo que tenía un aspecto viejo, Jessy ladeó la cabeza al ver los vestidos, centrada en los colores y Charlotte tumbada en su estómago, haciendo muecas al ver ambos vestidos.
—El rosa es bonito —Lian respondió, encogiéndose de hombros.
—Yo creo que el azul es más clásico —Jessy lo señaló, con una sonrisa de emoción.
— ¿Y si directamente abres la puerta vestida simplemente con una bata? —Sugirió Charlotte, levantándose de la cama.
—Ni se te ocurra escucharla —el fantasma dijo con rapidez, con una expresión de vergüenza.
Macie rodó los ojos, dejando los vestidos en el armario.
—Quiero que sea una noche normal, de ver simplemente películas y pasarlo juntos tratando de olvidar lo del anterior fin de semana —miró de nuevo entre su ropa, sacando esta vez una camiseta con el hombro al descubierto y unos vaqueros ceñidos, esperando la opinión de sus amigas.
—Yo creo que es mejor que te pongas esto —de uno de los cajones del mueble, Charlotte sacó ropa interior de encaje, agitándolo en el aire. Jessy soltó un silbido y Lian una exclamación al ver las prendas— ¿Y si le preguntamos al fantasma qué le parece esta idea?
El joven miró a Macie, avergonzado. Tenía suerte de que no podía verle, pero él no era de los que le gustaba espiar. Desgraciadamente, no podía hacer nada salvo apartar la mirada.
— ¡Ey Fantasma que atormenta a Macie todas las noches! —Charlotte se acercó a Macie, colocándola por encima el sujetador, mientras su amiga suspiró de manera exasperada— Ya que eres un fantasma pervertido ¿Qué te parece si ella lleva esto? ¿A ti te pondría cachondo? O cachonda, no sabemos qué eres.
—Charlotte, basta —Macie le arrebató la ropa interior, guardándola de nuevo en el cajón—. No hay ningún fantasma, dejémoslo ya.
—Desgraciadamente, lo tienes —el joven la respondió, tratando de calmarse—. Pero no, no soy un pervertido como tu amiga piensa.
— ¿Y si le dices que has cambiado de opinión y que no venga? —Jessy le sugirió con calma.
—O también puedes decirle que estás ocupada estudiando para un mensaje y le dejas esperando tus mensajes —Lian dejó el peluche a un lado, viendo que la situación le preocupaba realmente a su amiga.
—Mira, esa idea es la mejor que he escuchado desde que habéis llegado —el fantasma se colocó al lado de Macie y ella tembló al notar el frío que él emanaba.
La rubia se mordió el labio, replanteándose el echarse para atrás y dejarlo por teléfono. Pero era alguien que creía en el romance y quería volverlo a intentarlo, empezar desde el principio.
—No, no, lo tengo bajo control —Macie inspiró despacio, asintiendo—. No es como si tengamos que acostarnos, solo vamos a vernos y pasar la noche tranquilos.
—Por favor, Klaus y tú ya os habéis acostado —Charlotte se cruzó de brazos, mirándola con una sonrisa traviesa—, no es como si no fueras a hacerlo por primera vez.
— ¿Qué has hecho qué con ese tío? —El fantasma miró a Macie entre la sorpresa y la preocupación. De aquello no estaba enterado. Ahora entendía algunas bastantes cosas de cuando él venía.
Por un momento, el fantasma creía que Macie le estaba mirando cuando apartó la mirada de su amiga, pero en realidad, estaba escondiendo una expresión de incomodidad.
Preocupado por su reacción, estiró la mano hacia ella, acariciando su mejilla con cariño —o al menos, intentándolo—. Macie notó aquel frío de nuevo, junto con unas cosquillas en su piel. Se llevó la mano a su cara, acariciando el lado que él lo había hecho. Por un segundo, le faltó el aire, como si alguien se lo estuviera robando.
El fantasma bajó la mano, sintiéndose frustrado porque no pudiera sentirle como él quería. Era increíble que con solo haberla visto interactuar en ese apartamento, le había cogido cariño de una manera inexplicable.
—Pero hemos tenido nuestros problemas —respondió finalmente Macie, recobrando el sentido tras aquella extraña sensación—. Así que esta noche será la noche de su redención.
—Muy bien dicho, tiene que ganarse su corazón de nuevo —aprobó Lian, mirándola con orgullo.
Al joven no le gustó su idea. Sabía que ni iba a cambiar, lo había visto siempre que había ido. Aquel chico no sabía cómo realmente tratarla.
—Y esa noche de redención... —Charlotte miró en los cajones, sacando un paquete de condones— ¿Vas a necesitar esto? —Movió las cejas mientras su sonrisa pícara apareció.
—Para alguien que no quiere hacer nada con su novio, vas bastante preparada —rio Jessy, dándole un golpecito de cadera a la rubia, mientras le miraba de manera pícara.
El fantasma alzó la vista, soltando un largo suspiro. Era increíble que hasta ahora no lo hubiera visto o al menos, que no se hubiera enterado. Aunque tampoco era de su incumbencia, ella podía hacer lo que quisiera porque estaba viva. El problema era que no le caía bien con quién estaba.
— ¡Dame eso! —Macie gritó mientras se acercó a ella, que le tiró la caja a Lian, logrando atraparla en el aire.
— ¡Oh! ¡Ahora entiendo el problema! —Lian agitó la caja, mientras que Macie la miró enfadada— Normal que estés molesta.
Jessy se acercó a Lian y leyó la caja. Se tapó la mano con la boca, conteniendo una risa.
—Bueno, se sabe que cuando los hombres tienen una erección el pene aumenta —la pelirroja se aclaró la garganta, ocultando la risa—, así que no pasa nada porque compres esta talla.
—Muy graciosas todas —Macie extendió la mano cuando se acercó a su amiga, moviendo la mano para darle a entender que le devolviera la caja—. Ni si quiera lo he comprado yo, lo dejó él por un 'Por si acaso'.
El joven miró por curiosidad, a lo que miró mal a las chicas.
—Hablando en nombre de todos los hombres de todas las tallas diferentes, sois crueles por discriminación —comentó el fantasma, mirando a las amigas de la rubia—. Pero creo que él se merece la burla por ser desagradable contigo.
Lian suspiró, devolviéndole la caja.
Macie la volvió a guardar, quedándose a espaldas de sus amigas.
El fantasma se acercó a ella, colocándose delante para verla mejor. Sabía perfectamente que ese no era el problema porque lo había visto con sus propios ojos. Más que nada, quería ayudarla. Y tristemente, no podía hacerlo. Le dolía verla de aquella forma y que todo lo que pudiera hacer es traspasarla con sus manos y que sintiera su frío tacto.
—Vale, creo que escogeré los vaqueros —Macie puso una sonrisa en su rostro, tratando de calmar a sus amigas—. Como he dicho, es de segundas oportunidades esta noche, quiero ver que se comporta como un caballero y me respeta.
—No entiendo cómo es que no te ha dejado ya —comentó Charlotte, negando con la cabeza.
—Porque me quiere —respondió rápidamente la rubia.
—No te quiere, está obsesionado contigo —el fantasma respondió molesto, cruzándose de brazos—, alguien que te quiere no te hace sentirte mal o te incomoda como él lo hace.
Pero por mucho que tratase de decírselo, de hablar con ella, Macie no escuchaba. Sus palabras no llegaban, como si hubiese un muro entre ellos.
Y aquel muro no iba a caerse jamás.
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La joven se miró al espejo, admirando su maquillaje natural. Ladeaba la cabeza mientras trataba de buscar la forma en que podía recogerse el cabello, mientras que sin saberlo, tenía a su lado al fantasma de su piso, observándola con una sonrisa.
—No importa lo que te hagas en el cabello, estás perfecta siempre —le comentó mientras la admiraba.
Macie inspiró despacio, acercando la mano a una pinza para el cabello. Al joven le llamó la atención que le temblase. Estaba nerviosa.
Cuando fue a ponérsela, se le cayó de las manos, lo que hizo que soltase un pequeño quejido de garganta.
Se agachó al mismo tiempo que él, que por instinto de ayudarla quiso recogerla del suelo para ella.
Su mano traspasó la de Macie, de nuevo traspasándola con el frío fantasmal.
Macie levantó la vista, manteniendo la vista en frente, como si los tuviera fijados en los ojos verdes del joven paralizado, pensando que quizás en ese momento habían tenido algún tipo de contacto y podía verlo.
El fantasma se quedó mirándola, examinando cada parte de su cara. Desde sus ojos marrones cálidos, mirando cada pestaña alargada, la nariz redonda que le parecía adorable a cómo le quedaba en su rostro y al final terminar en sus labios, demasiado cerca como para querer notarlos.
— ¿Pero en qué estoy pensando? —Ambos soltaron a la vez, levantándose del suelo.
Macie se colocó la pinza del cabello, dejando algunos mechones caer por su rostro.
—No... No estás cometiendo un error, Macie —se dijo mientras se miraba en el espejo, apoyándose en el lavabo—, os conocéis gracias a Stephan, que él es un buen chico ¿Cómo no le vas a dar otra oportunidad?
—Estás cometiendo un error —el de cabellos negros se colocó a su lado, apoyándose en el lavabo mientras su tono era de enfado. Más hacia el chico, que para ella—. Macie, llámalo y dile que has cambiado de opinión, esto no es lo que quieres.
Macie miró su móvil, sintiendo una voz diciéndole que debería llamarlo.
—Eso es, ahora coge el móvil y dile que se acabó.
La joven suspiró, tomando el móvil en sus manos.
En el momento que fue a la aplicación de llamada, llamaron a la puerta.
Se guardó el móvil y el fantasma se apoyó en el espejo, viendo que había incluso llegado más temprano de lo que esperaba.
— ¿Flores? —Escuchó desde fuera la voz de la joven, en un tono de felicidad.
—Para disculparme por lo ocurrido —escuchar la voz de Klaus le dio asco. Estaba seguro de que si pudiera vomitar, lo haría en aquel momento.
No era la primera vez que traía algo para ella y luego la había hecho sentir incómoda. No entendía cuál era el problema de Macie en terminar por completo con él, pero deseaba que abriera los ojos y que se diera cuenta que le había dado más de una oportunidad.
—Son preciosas, muchas gracias.
—Y así empezamos de nuevo... —Murmuró frustrado el fantasma, sabiendo que lo iba a presenciar de nuevo sin poder hacer nada.
Macie tomó del armario de la cocina una jarra y la llenó con agua, dejando las flores dentro.
El joven que acababa de llegar se apoyó en la encimera, observándola hacer aquel trabajo.
—Bueno ¿y qué plan tenemos para esta noche? —Se mordió el labio mientras arqueaba las cejas, mirándola de arriba abajo.
—He pensado que podíamos hacer algo tranquilo —Macie respondió, dejando la jarra a un lado con cuidado—, podemos pedir una pizza y ver una película... Hablar un poco sobre nosotros...
— ¿Hablar de nosotros? —El rubio de cabellos largos le miró extrañado, incorporándose en el mueble.
—Sí, como... No sé... —La joven se encogió de hombros, mirándole con una pequeña sonrisa— Sobre nuestra relación, ya sabes, de cómo continuar juntos.
—Ah, vale, me habías asustado —Klaus se llevó una mano al pecho, soltando un sonido de alivio— ¡Uf! Creo que será mejor ir pidiendo esa pizza ¿lo hago yo?
—Claro, pero nada de pizza con anchoas —le advirtió la joven, levantando el dedo a modo de aviso.
—Sí, sí, nada de pizza con anchoas.
Mientras que Klaus sacó el móvil, Macie se acercó al sofá para tomar el mando y buscar una película.
El joven fantasma con cierta desconfianza se acercó a Klaus, mirando su móvil el cómo buscaba una pizza, dudando de que fuera a hacerle caso a su petición.
—Oh tío, está en oferta por ser nueva —murmuró al ver justo lo que Macie no quería. Miró hacia atrás, vigilando de que continuase buscando una película para aquella noche—. Bueno, puede dármelas si no le gusta, tampoco es para tanto.
—Y el premio al peor novio es para... —El fantasma le miró furioso, sintiendo una extraña energía emanar por su cuerpo.
En ese instante, la jarra explotó, derramando el agua y tirando las flores al suelo. Macie dio un grito y al girarse, su expresión era de conmoción.
— ¿Por qué lo has tirado? —Preguntó acercándose a la cocina, agachándose para recoger las flores.
— ¿Yo? ¡La jarra a explotado sin más!
El fantasma se alejó despacio, sintiéndose mal por lo que había hecho. Debía de controlarse o quizás acabaría haciéndola daño a ella y eso no quería hacerlo.
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Tras el incidente, Klaus pidió la pizza después de ayudarla a recoger los cristales, fregar el suelo y secar la encimera, dejando las flores reposadas en ella. Macie las miraba con lástima, verlas tumbadas parecían como si estuvieran ya muertas.
—Vamos, ven al sofá —le llamó el joven, con el mando en la mano—, ya escogí una película, no te preocupes por las flores.
—Es que me dan pena verlas así —Macie acarició el pétalo de la margarita. La mitad de las flores habían perdido algunos pétalos al caerse—, parecen tan tristes...
—Macie, son solo unas flores cortadas que al final iban a marchitarse —la joven apretó las manos con fuerza al escucharlo, como si se hubiera olvidado de que él mismo se las había regalado—, siempre puedo comprarte otras si quieres.
—Sí, claro... —Con una mueca, se alejó de la encimera, acercándose al sofá.
El fantasma observó las flores y después a Macie, viendo cómo arrastraba los pies hacia el asiento. Para ella había sido importante ese detalle, que ese tío no pareciera importarle a pesar de ser su regalo, le hacía molestarse más que antes.
—Vale ¿Qué has escogido? —Macie sonrió, pero su sonrisa cambió por completo al ver que no conocía la película en pantalla— ¿Qué... ¿Qué es esto?
—American Pie.
—Llevas tres errores desde que has llegado —el fantasma negó con la cabeza, viendo que estaba siendo un desastre.
— ¿No podíamos ver algo más romántico? —Macie le bajó la mano, antes de que pudiera reproducir la película— Hay una que me ha llamado la atención, es de un chico que en su piso tiene una fantasma en su piso-
— ¿Fantasma? —El de cabellos negros levantó una ceja con curiosidad a su elección, acercándose más al sofá y sentándose en el reposabrazos.
— ¿Y qué tal '365 Días'? —Klaus sugirió, encogiéndose de hombros— Esa también es romántica y seguro que te gusta mucho.
No hacía falta para Jake saber lo que aquel chico trataba de hacer. Quería llevarla a su terreno de alguna forma.
Macie ladeó la cabeza, haciendo una pequeña mueca.
—Es que no me llama la atención, el interés romántico no me gusta mucho —la joven colocó sus manos en su regazo, de una forma en la que el fantasma vio como si se estuviera protegiendo de algo.
—Verás cómo te gusta al final.
—Klaus, prefiero algo tranquilo ¿lo entiendes? —Macie le miró fijamente, esperando que captase la indirecta.
—Vale, vale, veremos esa película —Klaus se rindió acomodándose en el sofá.
—Gracias —Macie le contestó con una pequeña voz. No lo veía como una victoria, siendo que era algo que tendría que decidir entre los dos y si a él no le apetecía, entonces no valía la pena. Y también ella había notado que sus opciones eran para algo más que ver una película.
Pero al menos, una película romántica haría que el ambiente no estuviera tan incómodo.
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Todo iba bien mientras veían la película, a veces incluso Macie hacía pequeños comentarios para hablar sobre cómo le estaba pareciendo, a lo que Klaus simplemente asentía y soltaba un 'Sí' y un 'Bien' con sequedad.
La joven estaba feliz, a su lado, tranquila, sin nada que le incomodase como las otras veces. Simplemente quería que su novio quisiera no estar siempre queriendo meterla mano e insistir todo el tiempo en algo más que unos simples besos, quería también momentos en los que poder sentarse con él y estar cómoda.
Por supuesto para Klaus, aquello no duró ni la mitad de la película. Comenzó a deslizar su mano por su pierna, acariciándola despacio hasta ir subiendo al botón de los vaqueros, lo que hizo que ella le detuviera.
—La película, Klaus —Macie suspiró, ocultando su molestia.
—Perdón —el rubio se inclinó hacia su cuello, comenzando a besarlo—, es que me tienta mucho ver que ese botón cerrando esos ceñidos pantalones.
El joven de cabellos negros observó molesto la escena, viendo cómo la rubia le apartó como si tuviera miedo de molestarlo.
Macie detuvo la película, girándose para ver a su novio.
—Pero yo quiero que tengamos alguna vez una noche tranquila —Macie le contestó, mirando sus ojos azules, tratando de que sintiera un poco de simpatía con sus palabras—, no puede ser que siempre quieras hacerlo cuando estamos juntos.
— ¿Qué hay de malo en ello? Ya lo hemos hecho.
—Nada, pero... —Macie se mordió el interior de la mejilla, bajando la mirada nerviosa—. No quiero una relación solo basada en que tengamos que acostarnos todo el rato ¿lo entiendes?
De nuevo, el fantasma vio cómo se protegía colocando una mano delante del botón de sus pantalones. Vio incluso un pequeño temblor en sus dedos, algo que era increíble que su novio no lo notase.
—Sí, claro, lo entiendo —Klaus asintió, levantándose del sofá—. Oye, voy un momento al baño, puedes continuar viendo la película.
—Pero te la vas a perder-
—No pasa nada, luego me cuentas qué ha pasado —el joven se inclinó un poco, besándola en la frente—. Ahora vuelvo.
—De acuerdo —Macie se sentó de en frente de nuevo, tomando el mando y reproduciéndola otra vez.
El fantasma siguió a Klaus al baño, queriendo mantenerle vigilado en todo momento.
Como sospechaba, cuando entró al baño, lo primero que hizo fue sacar su móvil y escribirle a alguien sobre su situación. No reconoció el nombre del hombre que escribía y eso que había escuchado cada nombre que su ''compañera de piso'' había nombrado.
Cuando leyó la pregunta de la cantidad necesaria para que Macie sintiera ganas de querer sexo, el fantasma volvió a sentir ese enfado. Solo que esta vez era mucho más intenso.
—Vale, bien —Klaus se miró en el espejo, arreglándose el cabello—, tranquilo Klaus ¿Qué más da lo que haya dicho? Al final siempre termina gustándole cómo la toco y beso, está claro que se hace la dura ahora, me está poniendo a prueba desde que lo hicimos, le encanta tentarme —metió la mano en su bolsillo, sacando una pequeña bolsa de plástico con un par de pastillas—. Pero ya hace tiempo de aquello, ya me he cansado de esperar.
— ¿Acaso no veías lo incómoda que le has hecho sentir? ¿Jamás viste cómo le tiemblan las manos? —el fantasma de nuevo habló con una voz dura, apretando los puños con fuerza— No la has respetado ninguna vez, todo lo que has hecho ha sido tocarla cuando ella no quería —las luces comenzaron a parpadear en el baño, lo que hizo que el rubio mirase el techo confuso—. Macie te ha dado tantas oportunidades para que te comportes que esta vez no va a ver otra más.
— ¡¿Qué cojones-
Klaus se fijó en el espejo, contemplando un reflejo que no conocía. Era la primera vez que el fantasma se veía reflejado en él, con una expresión que no lograba reconocerse. Pero no le importaba si era para protegerla de alguien como él.
El espejo empezó a romperse, lo que hizo que el joven de un salto se echase hacia atrás asustado.
— ¿Klaus? ¿Qué pasa? —Preguntó Macie al otro lado de la puerta.
— ¡¿Qué pasa?! ¡Tu piso está maldito! —Abrió la puerta, empujando a Macie hacia un lado con brusquedad, sin medir la fuerza que acabó derribándola en el suelo— ¡No pienso volver aquí hasta que no llames a un exorcista!
Macie se incorporó, llevándose la mano a la cabeza, quejándose. Había sido tan fuerte que el dolor aún persistía. Después miró su brazo, observando la marca roja que había quedado tras el golpe, estaba segura que iba a quedar un moratón en los próximos días.
El fantasma se agachó a su lado, extendiendo la mano para querer aliviar el dolor con su frío.
— ¡¿Quién eres tú?! —Macie gritó, apartándose de él.
El joven levantó las dos manos, tratando de calmarla.
—Espera ¿me estás viendo? —Preguntó confuso, mientras se levantaba del suelo.
—No, claro que no te estoy viendo —Macie contestó con sarcasmo, mientras que ella también se incorporaba— ¿Cómo has entrado a mi piso? ¿Cuándo? ¿Cómo es que no me he enterado? —el fantasma abrió y cerró la boca, confuso y sin saber qué responderla.
Sus ojos miraban aún sorprendido a la joven, para después mirar sus manos. Ni siquiera la había tocado ¿Cómo era posible que ahora lograse verle?
—Lo siento Macie, no quería-
— ¿Macie? —La joven se señaló, mirándole ahora ella sorprendido— ¿Cómo sabes mi nombre? —Comenzó a caminar de espaldas en dirección a la cocina, sin apartar la vista de él.
—Sé que esto va a sonar muy raro-
— ¿Más que vivas en mi piso a escondidas o que me conozcas sin yo conocerte a ti? —Agarró la sartén que había colgado en la pared y extendió los brazos en su dirección— ¡Y más te vale darme una buena respuesta o si no te denunciaré a la policía!
El fantasma asintió, dando un pequeño paso hacia delante, despacio.
Aquello alertó a Macie, que por el miedo, se adelantó hacia él y le quiso dar con la sartén.
Fue entonces que cuando le atravesó, sintió su cuerpo completamente helado.
— ¿Qué ha sido-
— ¿Acabas de pegarme con la sartén? —el fantasma se ofendió, señalándose a la cabeza— Querías que contestara.
— ¡Sí! ¡Pero que no te acercaras! —Volvió a levantar la sartén hacia él, aunque sabía que no iba a funcionar esta vez— ¿Quién eres? ¿Qué estás haciendo en mi piso?
—Por favor, no te asustes con lo que voy a contarte —el joven cerró los ojos, tratando de hablar despacio. Hacía bastante tiempo que no hablaba con alguien, sentía que había perdido la práctica después de haber estado hablando consigo mismo—, pero llevo tres años viviendo aquí-
— ¿Qué- Espera, yo llevo cuatro meses aquí.
—Como fantasma.
Macie parpadeó, creyendo que empezaba a volverse loca a pesar de haber visto cómo lo traspasaba.
— ¿Quién eres? —Despacio, bajó la sartén, mirándolo con miedo.
—Me llamo Jake —se llevó la mano a su sudadera, bajando el cuello de la prenda. La joven observó una marca que le rodeaba el cuello, ahogando un grito de terror— y morí en este piso.
*De momento este Oneshot funciona como una idea para una futura historia. Así que si os a gustado y queréis más, hacérmelo saber para tenerlo en cuenta cuando termine la historia que estoy escribiendo.
Como nota, lo que he escrito de la relación de Macie y Klaus era así realmente, quería poder alguna vez explicarlo en la historia de Moonvale en algún momento que se hablase de relaciones, pero he decidido mostraros cómo era y los motivos de por qué Macie se siente más cómoda con Jake. Eso es todo que decir.*
Reblogging this post simply because this never changed. I'm still doing the exact same thing with every single call I get. Nowdays it's just Mr Moonvale Culprit. And sometimes Eric. 👀
To the Anon who sent me their question, I apologize for taking so long, but I'm just stupid 😭
As I was writing, I realized it was going to be too long, so I marked it as a draft in case I needed to leave it for later, But I was able to write it all and I thought I published it when I finished, but then I remembered that I didn't change it from draft to publish 😭😅
I genuinely need more details on how you imagine Jake when he was young and in a relationship how did he act around her? Was he sweet, awkward, protective, clingy? What little habits did he have n how he treat her?how old was he?Tell me everything!😫
Hi Anon! 👋😊
Okay, I'm going to tell you, although I remind everyone that this is my vision of how I imagined it and I have it as a headcanon or rather, a whole story 😆 (I even created the girlfriend as an OC until there is more real information about Jake), so please, if someone doesn't like it, just ignore it.
Without further ado, here I begin:
The first thing to say is that the relationship was at university. He met her when he was 18, but they started dating when he was 20.
Jake took a long time to say he liked her; He had never been in a relationship before, so he was quite shy around her, and at the same time, I imagine him having self-esteem issues because of several things that happened to him in his life (His mother, being the only relative who died when he was a child, the changes in families that made him feel like a mere object to be exchanged, a foster family with a daughter who made him uncomfortable, after living during adolescence with a friend whose parents divorced, and experiencing the separation process as well...). This made him think that perhaps he wasn't an interesting person to anyone. Also, their social classes were quite different, so at the same time there were problems in terms of what could be said about companies (For example, her friends used to make fun of Jake and his friends for thinking they were superior to them simply because of money)
I can't imagine him being clingy with his first girlfriend because of shyness, nor so protective (at least only at the beginning, I'll explain why later). But he was polite, of course, treating her well. Well, it's Jake. How could he not be polite? So that made him a 10/10 guy in his girlfriend's eyes. Damn, even outside of university, he got a job in computer security because he got caught hacking at seventeen, and his boss, the one who got him a scholarship to the best university, he considers him one of his best employees; of course, Jake was a good catch for anyone.
But like everything good, there's always a downside, and it was clearly a matter of taste. She found Jake being a collector a bit odd; she thought it was better to invest his earnings in something better. Of course, this was also a somewhat childish attitude on her part, (because Jake was still responsible for the money he earned), which made Jake feel a little uncomfortable because of his tastes.
Of course, like everything else, she also had problems that made her use Jake more as a way to ignore the problems around her than as something she wanted. The young woman's mother worked abroad in France, an ex-boyfriend she had gotten back together with and broken up with several times (he was still in her life), her best friend died and her father was dying of cancer which also worsened her mental state, causing her to refuse help whenever Jake recommended her. That's when Jake started to become protective of her, because of her harmful behavior and her ignorance of the situation around her. His girlfriend, of course, didn't like it; it bothered her quite a bit because, for her, it was meddling in her life.
Another thing, his girlfriend's father made Jake promise to take care of her, which also put more pressure on their relationship, because if they broke up, how was he going to keep that promise?
They were basically two young people clinging (not in a romantic way) to each other because of their problems. Except Jake didn't talk about his, because, as we know, he couldn't reveal that he was the son of a married man. Not even his best friend knew. It was a secret that had always weighed on him, and he had never told anyone.
Let's also talk about their intimacy, The first time they did it, it wasn't the best time. She wanted it because she already had experience, and at the same time, Jake hadn't yet dared to take that step, what bothered her, so the poor guy was nervous because he didn't feel that desire with her because of everything that was happening. So, sadly, he indulged her to make her happy. But the truth was that he wasn't as in love with her as he thought; he liked her, but he wasn't falling in love, which made it difficult for him to be with her because of the lack of connection.
After that first time, the other times they did it were more to disconnect from our problems than out of desire (Of course, it wasn't something that happened very often). Sadly, Jake didn't like that feeling, but there was still that promise to take care of her.
The relationship worsened after the death of his girlfriend's father (just when she had secured a place to study in Paris where her mother lived and wanted Jake to go with her), and she returned to the arms of her ex-boyfriend. Although it hurt, Jake knew it was going to happen because they had a very long history that they always found difficult to leave behind. They both knew from the moment they started dating that neither of them was okay, but Jake at least tried to do something for both of them (His mother raised a good man so he wouldn't become his father)
It was the real moment when they talked about their relationship, They talked about their future, whether they truly saw themselves together. Of course, the answer was no, and she wanted something bigger, and with her ex-boyfriend, there was still something more. And Jake was still too tied down where he lived; he had his friends. So they decided to go their separate ways, wishing each other the best.
After the breakup, Jake did everything he could to recover thanks to the support of his friends, making it clear that he wanted to find someone with whom he felt he would have a special connection and truly fall in love. It took him... Like eight, nine years (Or depending on which AU I have with Jake and my MC, much less 🤭)
To clarify something about the young woman, one day she realized that she wasn't well and sought professional help, She even abandoned that attitude of believing herself superior or that with her ex-boyfriend, she should finally cut ties because I was in a constant toxic relationship. She also managed to grieve the death of her friend and her father, something she had not yet been able to do because she avoided the pain. Currently, she is doing better, fulfilling her dream as a television presenter on a show about gossip and celebrities
Jake and she never had contact again, but they remember it as a dark period from which they emerged and found peace.
I think that's all I can explain, a sort of summary of what the relationship was like and their problems. There was so much to write and I didn't know how to explain it in the previous one, and I wasn't sure if anyone would actually be interested in my version, but I hope you liked it 🙂
But if I don't write much I don't know how to explain myself 😅😂
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It's not the first time I've noticed it; I noticed it at the previous event too. His voice is lower now, it sounds a bit similar, but I don't know if it's him or if he might have some kind of voice problem
I'm still thinking about doing a story about Jake as a ghost; maybe I'll do it first as a oneshot to see how it turns out, because at the same time I have many ideas in my head for this AU
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Hi :))) I saw one of your responses saying Jake might've had a girlfriend before. How do you think it worked out, and how do you think it ended?
Hey Anon! 😊
Okay, I'll explain it as best I can, because I'm also incorporating a lot of things that happen in the game. Of course, everything I imagine is VERY headcanon.
As we know, Jake says in the game that jealousy isn't his style, except with MC and Phil, so we could also deduce that perhaps his girlfriend had gotten involved with someone else and it didn't affect him because he might have realized that what they had wasn't real.
The Jake with a girlfriend that I imagine is someone young, someone who doesn't really know what he wants in a relationship because he's never had one, and he just thought the girl was pretty, so he idealized her a lot. It was more of a crush that he tried to make work, and well, I imagine Jake as the typical guy who doesn't realize he's cute, and that's what the girl noticed too (basically, it all started more with looks).
But little by little, he realized that they didn't connect the way he expected, that he was looking for something more. He didn't fall completely in love like he'd hoped. And that there was a lack of communication on intimate and personal matters.
They ended on good terms, given that they have already shown us that Jake avoids conflicts and that despite everything, they both had a nice friendship and he respected that. I imagine a long conversation about how they weren't what the other was looking for and that it was better to end things rather than prolong something that no longer existed.
