"Should be like this..." Elara mumbled, circling a writing on her book.
With a sigh, she stretched her body before she stood up from her chair, and closing her book, she went to the kitchen.
A smile appeared on her face at the refreshing feeling that ca from the can of chilled coke. But then it stiffened before distorting into a frown.
She fucked up.
This realization had her sighing once more in an attempt to suppress the inner roar that ca from within. She let a ghost screw her over. Elara was dead and gone yet she...
Why did she let her possess her again?
"It’s all because of Terrence...," she rubbed her forehead in exhaustion. If he hadn’t suddenly decided to pursue a prospective romance with her then... Everything would be easier. Was it so hard to remain friends?
Even worse, she couldn’t reject him.
She made her way to the kitchen as the thoughts overwheld her. As friends, it was easier to hide any slip, but as lovers, how possible was that?
It wasn’t that she couldn’t trust herself. She was in control after all, but what if one day she couldn’t anymore? Terrence was the last person she wanted that side shown to.
And just as she was at the right part crushing everything, fixing it all... John ca. The real ghost of Elara or more accurately— a harbinger.
"And my reaction is evidence that I truly can lose control of my ghost," She grimaced, "How could I, of all people, explode like that?"
Maybe it was because she was guilty as charged. Who was she? Maybe not fully Sarah but not Elara— definitely not Elara.
She blew at the half-filled spoonful before tasting it. A bit salty. Just like he liked it.
It was fine. This ss could be salvaged. It should be... her eyes widened at her thoughts. And then they softened and she found herself laughing.
Of course, it was salvageable. If had she managed to overco that year, was there anything that could prove difficult for her? Probably, but it wasn’t like it would stop her.
The best way to get rid of a ghost was to exorcise it. It stuck to John now and kept tempting her, but she would deal with that. This should be the last of Elara. And probably the only evidence of her would be from the regretful ntions of Terra.
She was a bit anxious but was eager to make it work. For herself, Elara had to be completely erased. And even more for Terrence.
***
"Welco," Elara greeted the poker-faced male with a grin, "I made breakfast."
The next set of actions was just as she had envisioned it. Easing up her anxiety a bit.
"So how do you like the al?"
John finished the first spoonful before scooping another one into his mouth with a deep concentration.
"..."
She was thoroughly ignored. Well fine, she also expected that. At least he seed to be enjoying the al. She respected his wishes and kept silent throughout. And only after they were done did she ask, "So?"
John lightly glanced at her, "Good."
Her eyes bead and a flash of smile flashed across her face.
"I’ll take care of this, then~."
By the ti she was done washing dishes, cleaning the table, and drying out the rag while trying to suppress her chaotic feelings, John had made himself at ho, swiping through the TV channels.
"..."
Guess her worries were for naught. She sat a bit farther from him, awkwardly, before clearing her throat.
"John?" He didn’t respond.
"John?" Yet again he snubbed her. Elara smiled. Sothing was rising within her, and it wasn’t kindness.
"If you won’t answer , I’ll just go in and do whatever."
There was still no reply, and in order not to ruin the convictions she tried so hard to build up, she gave up and left for her room. Rather, she wanted to only for a certain sobody, begging to be chucked off a bridge, finally spoke.
"Wait."
She paused.
"What is it?"
... Can she really not choke him?
***
Luckily, she didn’t, or else this would have gone from having a reasonable discussion to calling a certain three-digit line.
"So that’s it," Elara concluded with a stiff smile.
Frankly speaking, having the man watch her without a single change in expression was nerve-wracking. She usually wasn’t anxious when associating with others no matter what, but this ti she was desperate, more desperate than she had ever been, and despite not showing it outside, she alone knew just how much she wanted to howl.
"Why should I?"
She flinched, as expected. One point to her for getting that as well— although she would have preferred to be wrong on this one.
John stared at her sharply in a bid to see through her calm expression. He hated it. She was always calm, in whatever situation, whatever ti, and in everything she did, a calmness near psychopathy, as he liked to refer to it. It infuriated him, and he wanted to destroy it.
"Don’t you wanna?" Elara’s cool voice snapped him out.
"What?"
’!!’
He panicked. He shouldn’t have said that. He really shouldn’t have said that.
Elara smiled sweetly, "Punish for my cris? There is no better way than tearing apart and my boss."
***
He agreed. Worst mistake of his life. But he had been too shocked. How could she see sothing so drastic easily? From what he could tell, she seed to love her boss. Or did she?
Once again, he failed. He still couldn’t comprehend the woman who broke him. And he probably never would, unless she wanted him to. Elara would forever play him like a fiddle.
"I’ll have two please!" Elara ordered eagerly. Her eyes moved to the figure underneath the tree on a bench before she averted her gaze.
Truthfully, she was guilty. Maybe because of her tough attitude that hid it, but the truth was that John was her first friend. It hurt her to do what she did so she decided to cruelly shut off all feelings— guilt, longing, everything. Even right now she was being selfish. Her reasons for cozying up couldn’t be less selfless, but deep down she hoped— maybe there was hope for them.
She sighed, they better be. She had to shift all her calls and ssages with angel to midnight like so criminal. Of course, she had lied about staying away from Terrence. What a joke.
This made her feel even guiltier. How co, despite being less terrible than that year, this situation seed even more problematic? She sighed again; she had been doing a lot of sighing today.
Sitting under the tree while staring blankly into space, John was so lost in his thoughts that when Elara ca back, he nearly fell over in surprise. Luckily, Elera seed to not have noticed or maybe she was trying to be nice by completely ignoring it.
"I brought your favorite ice cream," She cooed, "Apple flavor."
He ignored her until he felt a tap on his shoulders. His curiosity got the best of him, and with a turn, a spoonful was shoved into his mouth.
It lted. The silky feeling and coldness bring sweet relief. He couldn’t bring himself to hate and like an idiot, he admitted, "It’s good."
"I knew you would like it!"
His eyes were glued to the beaming lady. Carefree, sweet, and fun. Yet with an undeniable craftiness that hid itself under the guise of sweetness. This was the one she had shown him before.
The one that easily captured his heart and played him like a ga. He was no fool. He could tell. She knew he could tell. They both could tell. She was playing him again. For her selfish reason. And yet he couldn’t help but fall for her trickery once more.
Except this ti was the last chance. Because despite it all, sothing— sothing incredibly foolish in him wanted to believe that this ti would be different.
Who was she? She was Elara. She just didn’t know this. But she would figure it out eventually. After all, you can only run so far from the truth.
He stood up, leaving Elara who was also eating an apple-flavored ice cream trail after him, "Let’s go to the casino next."
"You got it, boss!"
***
The steady clanking of boots, followed by a more hurried one, filled the passage as the blonde-haired male in a suit with cold grey eyes made his way across while a babbling male followed.
"Sir, please reconsider, we can...,"
Terrence rely continued walking, and on reaching his destination, glanced at his panicked tail.
"Talk to my assistant."
"Sir!"
[Bam!]
The door was shut. He had been brutally rejected. He really should have followed through with the instructions. His causal attitude had cost him.
The man sighed before bending over to pick up his docunts, which had fallen in his shock, before trailing away sadly.
Hopefully, his assistant would reconsider. Though this seed like an already losing battle.
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