= Image =

Later that night, I was in my room reading. It was previously Violet's room, so the decoration was not really for me. Kat knocked and came into my room. She got me a little something, "Nightwear? And it's red." I wasn't sure how I should react. This was so colourful, so young...

"Yes, I never see you changing your maid uniform," She said, "So I figured I could get you something to wear at night."

"I don't like cleaning people's houses in my own clothes," I was reluctant to try it on. I knew she saw me as my young self, but I was sure I would look ridiculous as my true self. It's not for my age.

"But you are not working tonight. And this is your home now. Go, try it on," She insisted. She was just like a little kid who wanted a friend to play dress up. I felt bad rejecting her, so I tried it on.

I wore the night dress and said, "How do I look? I think this is too childish."

"No, you look sexy," She came out of the room and came back in again, with a mirror. I hadn't looked into a mirror since the night I died. Even when I was cleaning the house, wiping the mirror, I intended not to stare. I made myself invisible. I didn't want to know how I looked like, my dead eye, wrinkled skin. It would be too much to handle.

Kat was just so enthusiastic, so I just took a quick look at myself. I was shocked.

"This is what I look like?" Was that my face? I looked exactly like the way I did on the day I died. I touched my face to make sure I was not seeing someone else's image, "I look so young."

I was so focus at my own image, I couldn't hear what Kat was saying. She wittily made a few poses that only Marilyn Monroe would make. I watched and laughed. She made me feel so young.

We both sat down on my bed. We looked at each other. She was just so perfect. She made me laugh, she made me feel great about myself, and she made me want to be a better person (or ghost). I liked her.

Then she did something I was not expecting. She leaned forward and kissed me.

I didn't want to push her away. It felt right. I didn't know if I could ever love anyone, but at that moment, my heart melted. Her kiss was warm and she tasted like whiskey. She's been drinking again, and I was drunk on her love. I felt alive. I wished that moment would never end.

Only seconds later, she stopped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't force myself onto you. This must be the alcohol." She ran out of my room, leaving me all alone.

= To Be Continued =

Spoiler: Something was going on in the basement while Kat was having weird lesbian sex dream... Review or I am ditching this story. :P (Damn, I am so evil.)