AN: Thanks for the review hex fan. At least the hex sections still semi alive. Hope you (and others) enjoy. This is the final part.

Part 2

Maya had instantly headed back towards Medenham village, towards her mum's house. When she got there, she stopped and looked up at her home for the past 2 years. She couldn't go in there. Her room wasn't her room anymore, she wasn't sure what it was but she knew for sure that it would be comfortable or sanctuary anymore. Her mum would be inside but she wouldn't be her mum anymore.

Distraught. She should be distraught and inconsolable at such realisations but she felt calmer than she had since she died. She ended up wandering away. It was time to think about her afterlife rather than the past.

She began to play over everything Thelma had told her in her head. Witches, angels, demons were real and in her life however distantly. When she died, she kinda figured the whole God and Devil thing must be real but she hadn't given it much thought because she was still on earth, still living a life. Having Thelma distracted her from worrying about why or how exactly she was a ghost.

Thelma. She really had screwed up. She'd died because of something Thelma did. She remembered that day so vividly. She was out with 3 of her friends and the sun was shining and they were happy. Maybe a little tipsy but genuinely happy. Then the car wiped all of that away. Thelma wiped out her life.

She wasn't ready for how much that thought would hurt her. She felt like her insides were trying to claw there way out of her body. Thelma being responsible for her death? It was incomprehensible.

She was soon thinking about Cassie. Thelma had loved her and never got to be with her. She died too only she didn't get an afterlife. After that, Thelma must have been alone a lot. Maya had learned quickly that she really wasn't going to get the chance to talk to a lot of people. But Thelma had been living with that. She must have been lonely.

Maya eventually found herself back at the school. It was dusk now and everyone was starting to go inside. She walked the length of the building just trying to sort through her feelings. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, it was all too weird.

She stopped walking when she reached the lake. She approached the empty bench that overlooked it and saw something shimmer as she went to sit down. A plaque for Thelma. She didn't know her surname was Bates. She ran her fingers over her name but lingered on the years.

It wasn't long enough. Life wasn't supposed to be over till you were old and grey and couldn't quite remember which child was called what. She understood what Thelma must have been facing when she was the only ghost, how scared she must have felt.

Maya was still terrified but Thelma had been there for her since the morgue and that gave her some confidence to carry on. And she had owned up to what had her feeling so guilty. The spawn of satan more or less had killed her, he'd only manipulated Thelma because she was vulnerable.

Then the inevitable thought: was what she felt for Thelma purely because there was no one else she could be with. She'd tried to put those thoughts out of her mind, she wasn't ready to consider them. Now that she was, it actually wasn't to bad. If she were still alive and had all of Medenam to pick from, she'd pick Thelma out everytime. She was everything she wanted in a girlfriend and now adding in the ghost part of her life, Thelma could be everything she needed in a girlfriend.

Thelma had given up hope on the world openning up after hours of waiting. Anything to escape the rejection she was sure she was going to face from Maya. She knew she had to go looking for her girlfriend, if she could be called that anymore.

Maya would head back home, Thelma had seen how much her mum had meant to her on the first day when she followed her home. But as she got to the main enterence, she felt the urge to go down to the lake. That hadn't happened often, that place didn't exactly hold joyous memories for her.

When she got outside, she saw a silouette down on the bench at the foot of the lake. She took off in that direction without thinking but stopped a few metre's away. Maya hadn't noticed her yet. She was just staring out at the water, obviously lost in thought. Thelma exhaled and steadied herself for whatever words Maya would say to her, she deserved it all, it would all be true. Then afterwards maybe she could find a nice secluded graveyard to hang out in for the rest of her unlife.

Clearing her throat she step round the front of the bench. "Hi."

Maya looked up but Thelma wouldn't meet her gaze. "Hi." She waited but neither of them moved. "Are you going to sit down?" She said as she shimmed down a little making room. "It is your bench."

"Have it, it's yours. Why should I really need a bench anyway? I mean, there's other's without my name on and not right where my body was dumped." She stopped when she realised just what utter crap was spewing from her mouth.

Maya couldn't help the half smile that Thelma's babbling had caused. "We can always go to another bench?"

Thelma tried to not take the 'we' statement seriously. "Here's good. If you're ok here."

Maya nodded, "I am."

Thelma finally sat down but was sure to keep a reasonable space between them.

"Thelma, I'm not going to lash out at you, stop looking like you're waiting for me to lash out at you."

In response, Thelma's shoulder's sagged as she tried to untense.

"I'm so sorry. I can't believe how I've hurt you." Thelma begged.

"I know you are. And I also know that you don't have anything to be sorry for. He took advantage of you. He's responsable for how I died." Maya told her as her hand snaked along the bench to slide into the other girls.

Thelma let out a shakey breath as she grasped onto the hand in her's. "Can we really do this?"

"We really can, there's nothing stopping us, nothing that we can't get through." Maya told her. "We're made for each other." She said with a grin.

Thelma finally looked her in the eye and began to smile. "Litrally."

By now the gap between them was non-existent. "We can't fight this many hints, Miss Bates."

"Oh, no we can't." She breathed as Maya's mouth was only inches from her own.

As she could almost feel their lips touching, Maya changed course and whispered into her ear, "If I have to be dead, I'm glad it's with you."