#outofthewindow

      no shit. he almost said but didn’t. and couldn’t. he barely held himself together to be visible enough but that was it. squeezing words out would be another challenge. especially in here surrounded by the dead. it would’ve been nice if blue was available to accompany him. but of course, while he had ghost nothings to accomplish, his friends had jobs, homework or whatever it is that ronan does at three in the afternoon.

     “i came here to visit-” he managed, a worried crease forming between his brows when he recognized how much toll a five-word sentence took from him. a friend, he was about to add but didn’t. and couldn’t. the fading started and he decided best to sink deeper into the foliage just behind him.

If there was one sole force that drove her, it was curiosity. It often did her more harm than good when it came to the people she involved herself with, but it seemed her desire to know more - more people, greater knowledge of all things under the sun - was ever-insatiable.

His words, cut short, were one thing that drew her attention back towards him - his behaviour, and the way he moved, were what inspired her to move closer. Had he disappeared into the bushes? What was going on?

Looking out of the window, still a rainy day.