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Of course, if someone were to ask Liberty Van Zant a year ago if she believed in ghosts and a spirit

portal she would have laughed at the fool who dare insult her intelligence.

But, a year ago J.T. wasn't dead.

A year ago he wasn't laying on her bed ,deceased as ever, whispering his favorite corny jokes in her ear.

"What do you call a chicken with an attitude ?"

She rolls her eyes and he wraps his arm tighter around her neck.

"Come on Libs, guess." J.T. pleads.

Liberty pouts, "Will, you listen to me when I say I hate that nickname. Or do I have to pulverize you for a bit of respect around this joint?"

"Okay okay, I'm sorry." He laughs.

"Jerk chicken."

He buries his face in her dark braided hair.

"I wish it could stay this way forever. J. T."

He's silent for a moment.

"I know, I could stare into your green eyes forever."

Liberty frowns and looks at him. "My eyes are brown J.T."

He stares at her for a little bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, your right."

"It's ok." She says disappointed

"Listen Libs, Liberty. Where I live now we see each soul as a color. A color that matched their personality. All souls have a color."

"Yours is just really bright, so bright sometimes, I can't even see you clearly." He says somewhat to himself.

Liberty sits up interested. "Hey" she says attentively.

He shakes his head and turns to look at her.

"What's your color? Is it bright like mines?"

He smirks. "Ya, it used to be brighter, yellow. Someone over there, where I live now, told me once the brighter your color is the better person you are."

Liberty crosses her arms over her chest.

"And, the darker your color becomes."

J.T. raises his eyebrows. "Now that is a little harder for me to explain my dear. There is two sides too every colors meaning. I'm bright yellow, the color of friendship hope and joy. My dark side is cowardice and dishonest. But, I don't think there's too much to worry about until the color get so dark it's black and that's when things start getting bad."

"Have you ever seen a black color."

He squints harshly trying to remember. "Well, it feels as though I met one once, but I really can't remember."

He stands up and starts pacing around the room. "No, no I'm sure I have somewhere."

J.T. runs his head frantically through his hair and his breathes become short.

Liberty walks over to him worried and scared. "What's wrong. J.T.?"

She looks into his eyes.

They looked like two shallow empty orbs, he was dazed.

"Where's the baby Liberty?" He asks her dreamily.

Liberty shakes her head. She knows he couldn't mean their baby. The one she gave away. He wouldn't bring that up.

"What are you talking about? What baby?"

"Remember we were going to name him Craig." J.T. whispers, his eyes glassed over.

Her mouth hung open. "How-how dare you."

Liberty walks backwards to the empty bed and sits down.

"Don't you remember Craig Libs? We were going to dress him up as a bear for his first Halloween."

"Shut up!" She shouts.

J.T. finally out of his daze he shakes he grimaces at what he just said.

"What just happened?"

J.T. winces, " I don't know, but, it's been happening a lot lately."

"Listen Liberty I need to go now. I'll come again soon."

Liberty looks around in anger. "You barely got here an hour ago."

He sighs. "I know, it's time Libs."

She stands up. "Take me with you."

J.T. stops for a second. He knew she would ask him that one day.

"You know I can't do that."

"I want to leave with you, please." She cried.

tbc