Hi all. Thanks for the reviews. She will interact with the others soon, I promise. Stay tuned. And if you feel like it, check out 'Talk to me', my other Ravenswood fic (a Miranda/Caleb one). See you guys next update, and don't forget to let me know what you think of this chapter.

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It's somewhere between a shiver and a shudder.

That's what passes through me whenever Caleb says her name. I'd only met Hanna once, that night those Rosewood girls showed up in this godforsaken town. Whether by chance or design, that had been the day I was headed to Ravenswood too.

Hanna is the one who gave her blessing to Caleb. She told him to stay here with me, to make sure I was okay. I don't think he's told her I'm dead yet. To do so, he would have to tell her why he's still here, which would result in

questions

confessions

explanations

and the poor guy doesn't have all the answers yet. None of us do. We're all just feeling our way, which is a lot easier when you're not stuck in the spirit world. I think a couple of the others are envious – maybe that's the wrong word, but it's the closest thing I can think of. I've already lost it all, so they think I must be safe now. They don't know that I still have things worth living for; well, figuratively, anyway.

Caleb's been talking about going to see Hanna. He's been thinking about it for days, and one time he even picked up the phone to tell her he was on his way, but he slammed it down again before he even dialled the number. I don't want him to feel obligated to stay with me, but a little selfish part of me is grateful that he's made that choice without me having to say anything.

I know he's still in love with Hanna. You can see it all over his face. He tells me stories about her, sometimes, about their adventures in Rosewood and their first date and the camping trip they took. It's beautiful. Their love is the stuff of

romance novels

love songs

fairytales

and it would warm my heart if it hadn't stopped beating when I crossed over. I can still feel, of course, but there's a darker undercurrent, something drawing my attention away from the life I used to have and the things I used to think were important.

Everything's different now, and I still haven't figured out where I fit into it all.

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