Disclaimer: Ghost Hunt is not mine.
A/N: This is just something I wrote really quickly. It's been a while since I've written anything (Uni's been really busy). I also don't know if this will turn into a series or stay a one shot. If it does become more, it wont be super case related; I don't have the time to come with with case ideas. But we'll see.
Thanks for clicking and enjoy!
She has forgotten what it felt like to be warm.
To laugh until tears fell from her eyes, sides hurting and feeling impossibly light.
She feels heavy these days.
Tears only falling in the darkness of her room.
Her side hurt from how she twisted in her sleep; where monsters reached out to grab her and rip her heart from her chest.
She wondered if her heart was even still there.
Or if pale hands had taken it with them as he left.
A smile always came naturally to her lips, brown eyes twinkling. It's artificial now, a conscious effort to deflect the goddamn questions.
The "are you okay?" and "how are you coping?"
Fine.
finefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefinefine
Except her eyes were alway dim and she gets lost in her thoughts and she laughs a beat behind everyone else.
She just wants to sleep.
But sleeping isn't safe either. If she doesn't see a black figure walking away, she's seeing blood and darkness and the sounds.
Screaming and begging and bones cracking.
Sometimes they look at her. The people who are no longer among the living. And their eyes are always so sad.
It's the same look she sees in the mirror.
But at least she no longer sees impossibly cold blue eyes, the ones that will never look at her with adoration and love.
She does not know how she feels about that.
She was cold now too, after all.