Can't find time to write lately... Short chapter. Sorry for not updating sooner.

= Truth =

During the middle of the night, I felt someone climbed into the bed and cuddled me. I was too tired to know who it was or if I was dreaming.

When I woke up, I was alone on the bed. I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Did Kat come in last night? Or was it my imagination? I couldn't remember.

I heard a car engine noise, so I walked to the window and looked out. There, Nate's car was driving away. Did Kat promise to leave with Nate to DC to begin their new life together?

I walked to Nate's/my room and there was nothing. He left. Was he taking Kat with him? I quickly ran back to Kat's room and her stuff was still here. She didn't have a lot of things, but her keepsakes were still in the room. I took a deep breath and relaxed. If I was dead, then why was I breathing?

Maybe, she was still leaving with Nate, just didn't have the time to pack yet. Maybe, she wanted to say goodbye before she left. My head was filled with thoughts.

"Tell her," Violet said behind me, "The living and the dead never mean to belong together. The house is playing tricks on you. There is a reason why I died."

I couldn't look at Violet. "But I am lonely," I couldn't believe I would say such words.

"You will always have us," Violet promised. Yes, we would never leave the house.

"It's different," I knew she should know better. Sometimes, when Tate was not looking, I saw Violet peeked at Tate. It's not easy to let love go.

"Morning, you are awake," Kat said and I turned around. I ran toward Kat and wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to hold her tight. If selfishness was a sin, I was sure when we were un-trapped from the house I would go straight to hell.

We paused for ten seconds and I broke the moment, "I thought you left with Nate."

"Never," She kissed me my lips, "I will never leave you. I don't care about Nate anymore. I have you. I love you and I will be with you in here forever."

That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but she shouldn't say it... not in this house. I had to control myself. I pushed her away.

I couldn't be selfish anymore. "Kat, it's time I tell you the truth about the house and me."

= To Be Continued =

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