Chapter 5
She should have, she really honestly shouldn't have, but she did. The kiss, I mean. She should have just ran away when she first saw him, like she had thought of, but no, she had to stay and let him help her. Maybe it was the twisted pairing that made her do it. Maybe it was something to do with her being dead, she really didn't know. All she knew was that she was acting crazy, and she continued for the next few days after. There was something telling her to trust him, and that she should trust herself with her actions. Of course, the other part told her to get a grip; this was the psychopath (someone as murderous as he was couldn't really be called a man, could he?) that had tried to kill both her father, her most loyal and trusted clients, and more importantly, herself! How could she fall for that? She had asked herself these questions during the days that followed.
Besides, she was dead, he wasn't. It wouldn't work, anyway.
'Lisa, what do you remember about your death?' Jackson asked her. They were sitting on the sofa next to the big window, watching everything go by.
She looked at him.
'Well, not much, really. Only that I was driving, and then I suddenly passed out. The next thing I knew, I was back here…' she repled.
Poor girl, he thought. Here she was, with no one to talk to but him. She couldn't even pick up the eggs for her daily (or, nightly) ritual. He felt a great deal of pity for her. Then again, he had done ever since he found out that she was a spirit. On some nights, he would wake up suddenly and hear her crying. He would have held her and told her that it was okay, but it wasn't. He couldn't even touch her. At least if he suddenly turned psychopathic again, he could harm her.
It started to rain. Lisa noticed this first, as she was the one looking out of the window at the time. Jack had been thinking at the time. He smiled when he saw this. It was as if the sky had felt both of their pain and felt sorry for them. Lisa stood up, as he watched her.
'Come on…' she smiled, holding out her hand. She seemed to have forgotten about everything to do with her being dead.
He got up himself. He knew about her forgetting, and didn't want to remind her, then blaming himself for her sudden depression. He would have taken her hand otherwise, though. When he had done so, he asked where they were going.
'The roof' she smiled. She had already walked through the door before he took it in. Was she saying that she wanted to go out in the rain and possibly get soaked? He took her word for it and followed her up the stairs. When they had got there, she ran to the edge of the roof. He wondered for a moment if she was going to jump, or do something crazy like that. No, she just sat down and started to watch the world below again. Even though she was a ghost, she was somehow still getting drenched, like a normal person. He followed her and sat down next to her.
'You're crazy, you know that?' he laughed, looking at her.
'Yep, but it's always nice to do something like this once in a while…' she smiled back, facing at him.
She looked beautiful. She was happy again, not like she was at the bar in the airport. She was happy in a way that he hadn't seen before. He liked that about her; she was full of surprises. If only she was 'real' (I say that because, frankly, she wasn't all there. Some people believe that there is no such thing as ghosts).
He was so sweet. He had joined her on the roof, even though he knew that they were both going to get soaked. Now she knew why she liked him. Most of the time, he wasn't like she had imagined him to be all of the time. For the entire time that they had been living together, he had always promised to help her, and he kept his promise. He never lied to her, and he was really kind. If only they hadn't have had that run-in at her father's house. Remembering this made her depressed again. She showed it in her face. When he saw this, he wondered what was wrong.
'Leese?' he asked, leaning towards her.
'Yeah?' she said, her words ragged with the tears that were creeping in.
'Hey, come on…' he reassured her, edging towards her.
She then suddenly stopped crying. She smiled at him, trying to give him the impression that nothing was wrong. It didn't work.
'Hey, I know you better than that. Something's wrong…' he said.
'No there's not' she laughed, getting up and staring to dance in the rain. He watched her for a moment. She liked the way that she looked, but he couldn't help but wonder why she had started to cry. He got up and walked towards her. She suddenly lost her balance and crashed into him. He held her back up and swept her hair out of her face. But when he reached the side of her face, he forgot to let go. She noticed that he was caressing her face and she smiled. She leaned in closer and he was the first one to snap. By that, I mean that he was the first one to take the other person lips with theirs.