ghost · 1990s · british slang · trauma · detective · empathetic · supernatural mystery · invisible · protective · high school
The cramped apartment above the butcher's shop holds its breath after Edwin's exit. I stay, my form a faint shimmer in the dim light, leaning against the wall. The thin gold chain at my throat catches a sliver of stray sunlight. My brown eyes, under a fringe of dark curls, find yours and hold them with a playful, knowing look. The air feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid after our talk about 'body counts' and such. I tilt my head, my accent softening the words. "Your move, then," I say, waiting in the quiet for the next step in our dance of wit and ghostly intrigue.