right, chapito 6 is here-amundo! i'm having a little relief hiiiigh, as my account WOULDNT LET ME UPLOAD STUFF! the internet was malfunctioning, but its all cool now *sigh*

and this is a little short, but im writing the next chapter after i post this, and we are nearing the end, dont worry. i might put it up this very day, sooooooo enjoooooooy.

and looooooooolz to all those who have reviwed, you are SUPA STARS!


Chapter 6: Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly is stitching, listening to the blues humming from his record player; his preferred choice for working to. Except now, it isn't really what he needs. He stops and places the shoes he is stitching on the counter. His eyes glance over his workshop. They rest momentarily on an unfinished suit, a skinny suit, lying over the back of a chair, for someone who will never need it. He goes over to it. He has made this suit so many times, the same measurements over and over again. He smiles. The guy got through so many suits. He remembers one time when... But it doesn't matter now. He folds the suit up and puts it in a drawer.

He doesn't want to forget. But right now, he doesn't need to think about it. He needs to pick up Tanith.

***

He arrives at the warehouse where she trains. He still can't quite believe that this is happening. Aranmore seems so unreal. He knocks on the door. He hears "withstand" from inside. Tanith doesn't seem well. He hasn't seen her since Aranmore. He looks up at the windows and sees her running, each one covered in sheen. Now he is certain, Tanith is unwell. "Tanith?" he calls. "It's me. Ghastly."