Chapter 519: The Ghoul
I didn’t give him an answer.
So I watched him walk away without an attempt to stop him. I wanted to stop him. But my voice hung in my throat and my feet were pinned to the floor. Watching his back disappear as the door closed was a cluttered feeling, I hated myself for not answering and hated myself more because I didn’t have one.
No matter how deeply I thought about it, I can’t conclude. It’s better this way. Even if we got back together we’re only damning ourselves to an endless torture of wanting something we can’t have. He’s right... This is who he is now and I can’t change that.
I want something he doesn’t possess anymore. It hurts knowing what you truly desire is within arms reach but you can’t obtain it.
I mindlessly pressed my thumb against the pendant, going deeper into my thoughts until I let my eyes fixed on what kept me together when I felt like I was losing my sanity. When I first set my eyes on this I couldn’t resist buying it and from that day forward it acted like an anchor to a wrecked ship.
It was a delicate silver piece, catching the light with each movement. It was an outline of a mother cradling her child, the mother’s silver hair flowed down gracefully creating a part of the outline, while the baby nestled securely in her arms, their forms intertwined in a display of tenderness.
To me this necklace was more than a trinket, it was a reminder of a bond, a part of me that I could never truly let go. Each time I pressed my thumb against it there was a comfort it gave, it eased the loneliness, the times when I felt lost. I know I have my mom, Grayson, and everyone else, but there was a space in my heart that couldn’t be filled, that no one could fill. This was the trinket that gave me that completeness.
I heard soft taps and my eyes moved, spotting Wendy walking through the common room in just a shirt and panties. My eyes followed her every movement, as usual, she had her headset on blasting a beat I could still hear, I could only imagine how loud that was.
I was hoping she would walk through like she usually does but she glanced my way and stopped. I sat upright at the action wondering why I was suddenly the center of her attention.
She took her headset off allowing it to rest around her neck. She had her bleached blonde hair forced in a tie, causing her hair to shoot out in all angles like a bed hair.
"Still seeing ghosts?" she bluntly asked.