Chapter 3
"Wh-what do you m-mean?" I asked nervously.
'Nombre de Dios. Wait, no that would be a good thing. Wouldn't it?'
She laughed again and pulled away. "Jesse, it's going to sound so stupid.."
"Susannah, you can tell me" I said, pulling her close again.
"Well, oh God I can't believe I remembered this, but my best friend Gina, from New York and I always ask that question to a boy before we go out with them. There are many possible answers, but we have yet to find a truly perfect one" she admitted, turning a deep shade of pink.
'Relax De Silva, she doesn't know. And she most definitely hasn't been dreaming of you.'
"I think it's cute" I replied trying to comfort her nerves.
"Wait, how do you know?" she asked, pulling away just enough to send a shiver done my spine.
"Know, know what?" I questioned, baffled again.
"You, you thought it. Something about how I've been dreaming about you. But how do you know about the dreams I've been having?" she responded, sounding almost frightened.
'Nombre de Dios, you've scared her. Now I'll never have my Querida.'
"What did you just…you called me Querida!" she exclaimed suddenly looking…well, joyous.
"I…I…I'm sorry. If you'll let me explain…" I trailed off, because suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
'I really did scare her. She probably just wanted to have a normal first day, and now I'm scaring her into tears.'
She let out a little giggle, while I instinctively wiped away her tears. "You're Jesse! You're my Jesse!" she practically yelled.
"Que-Querida?" I nervously asked.
She gave me a watery smile, and I lifted her into my arms, not noticing any of the stares we were getting. I set her down, but without thinking she grabbed my hand, and led me straight to…they graveyard. She walked confidently towards a small clearing, as if she knew exactly where she was going, as if she'd been this way before. We stopped at a secluded area, surrounded by plants and she quietly mumbled; "I have to know…so, just go along with me, okay?"
"O-Okay" I replied, suddenly very nervous.
That's when she kissed me. At first it was gentle, tender just like in my dreams, but…I couldn't control myself around her, and so I deepened the kiss. All of a sudden, time seemed to stop and visions flew through my mind. One in particular caught my attention;
Susannah and I were standing in this very graveyard. Only, I was glowing. I couldn't catch the conversation between ghost-me and Susannah, but then we were kissing. I, or ghost-me, seemed to enjoy this immensely, I understand why. Her lips, are so soft, and loving. The only thing that really threw me off was the whole me being a ghost thing, especially since I was wearing…well I don't what it was. I knew the pants looked like black jeans, but the white billowy shirt completely confused me.
When Susannah and I pulled apart, to catch our breath, I knew things I hadn't known. Things, I shouldn't know, and I didn't know how I found them out. It was as if I had been given the memories and knowledge of another. My eyes snapped opened and Susannah looked…breath-taking.
"Querida" I cooed, as if I'd called her that many times before. It seemed so natural around her, that it came out instinctively.
"Jesse?" she asked nervously.
"Yes. How did…what happened?"
"Do you remember everything? Even ghost stuff?" she questioned.
"Querida, how did…what did you do?"
"Jesse, I told you we'd be together in another life."