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By: afallenblackrose
Chapter Three: But it can't say the million things
My attention was distracted from the ghost, when Paul started to cringe. I looked over at him.
"You okay?" I asked.
"No, I mean look at what's going on!" He said in response. I looked up at the screen. I saw Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton starting to do each other.
"Okay, just think that's your grandfather and Sister Erinstein." Even as the words were coming out of my mouth I cringed.
"Do you realize what you just said?" Paul asked. I nodded. That was gross, even for me. I turned my gaze back to the screen. The ghost had disappeared. By the time my gaze had refocused Diane Keaton's character was crying because Jack had cheated on her.
"So was that you earlier?" Paul asked. I looked at him.
"You know, you are really starting to annoy me." Paul looked at me.
"Just answer the question Suze."
"Maybe it was maybe it wasn't. I won't tell you." I said and returned my gaze to the screen.
"Suze, it's okay to talk about it." Paul said. I sighed apparently I wasn't going to be watching the rest of the movie.
"Look, I know it's okay to talk about it, really I do. But the wounds are still fresh you know?" I said. Paul reached over and turned my face towards his.
"I understand that Suze. But really you need to move on." He said and kissed me. I moved away fast.
"Suze what the hell?" He said. I looked at Paul with pure hate.
"And here I thought you weren't actually going to do that." I said and got up from my seat and walked away.
"SUZE WAIT!" Paul exclaimed. I kept walking towards the exit. I really need to stop seeing the good in people. Really. I heard Paul's footsteps behind me just as I entered the dark tunnel out.
Great just great. Paul grabbed my hand and turned me to face him.
"Suze, why do you keep doing that?" He asked.
"Do what?" I respond.
"Walking away, you really need to stop doing that to people." He said. I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp, but it was as usual like iron.
"Let go of me, Paul." I replied.
"Not until you answer me." He said. I looked at him.
"Fine."
"If you are trying to forget about Jesse, then why did you walk away?" Paul asked.
"I…" I stumbled for words.
"You what Suze?"
"I need time," I started. " Jesse, just left today, and it's a knife in my back, Paul. You don't know what it's like to get a knife put in your back by someone you care for." I said finally. The tears I had held back since I left my room started to fall freely. I didn't stop them. Paul took out the handkerchief that he had given me earlier that day and handed it to me.
"Suze, I know how it feels to get a knife in your back by the one you care for. Believe me." Paul said. I looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly mean. Then I figured it out. Me.
"So, Suze, if that's what it is then I can understand, and I'll wait if that's what it takes I'll wait."
"Thanks Paul." I said as he released his hold on my hand. He nodded and followed me out of the tunnel. I froze though when I noticed a glow. Paul looked back and noticed the glow too.
"What is that?" He said.
"It's a ghost." I responded.
"Of course it is." Paul responded. We watched as the ghost materialized. It wasn't an old ticket seller like I thought. It was Craig.
"Craig what are you doing here?" I asked.
"A charge of yours I'm guessing?" Paul asked.
"Um, your brother's are tearing up the house. He told me to come get you." Craig said.
"He who?" I asked.
"Um, he told me not to tell you but you need to get back there." Craig said and disappeared.
"Great just great. Paul we got to get back to my house before the neighbors call the police." I said. Paul nodded his head.
"Let's go." Paul said.
Author's Notes: Okay it's short I know, try not to kill me! But I wasn't really inspired. Thanks for all the reviews! Go review and I'll update soon!