Chapter 20
[A/N: So, ummm.. still looking for solutions for the PM problem. Please do suggest.
Vaish: As I have said earlier, I don't write the story... The story writes itself.]
He found himself shivering now, and unable to stand, he fell on his knees. Did a man just die right now? Right in front of him?
Why couldn't he move then? He should be rushing to give the guy a CPR or something. Then just why was he so scared as shit?
It almost felt like it wasn't his place to intrude, and nor was anything in his control here.
He tried to move his eyes away, run off, do something for that matter, but he couldn't.
He just saw, like a lifeless doll himself, the scene that played out in front of him.
He knew his defense mechanism was not shattered to bits, and this all was not his to see.
The translucent form of that man clung on to the girl's hand for a few seconds more, before it realized what had happened. And as soon as it did, he saw the soul shrieking, in shock. It was evident that the spirit never saw it coming, and somehow, Rey felt that the creature's steely look just got more professional.
Her hand grasped the soul more tightly, as it struggled to get back into the body. She next wound her hands around him, tugging tightly, as to not let it escape and absorb the shrieks and attempts at the man trying to regain life.
In a few minutes, the spirit gave up, and started weeping.
Rey saw a tattered boat appear, and a warphole open up, exuding immense light. She gathered the golden tears of sorrow from the spirits eyes, and smiled apologetically to him. She tugged on to him, and made the spirit sit into the boat with her, disappearing into the light.
With that, Rey finally thought he had lost sanity.