*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
---I don't know how many minutes, or maybe it's past an hour, since I have kept on staring at Sydney's unconscious body on the bed before me, and I feel nothing else but loneliness. She left.I wanted to go after her, but I didn't have any clue where she was headed, so I stayed because I believed she would come back here. She should, with or without any sign of progress for our mission. I already told her it wouldn't matter, but that girl's stubbornness is ridiculously unbreakable. I don't want to leave her so soon, but we have no other choice if this is meant to happen.What I only wish is to spend the last moments of my life with her, who amazingly did so much for me.While my mind wanders to thinking of the things I like to do with her ghost if she decides to come back to me, I have been noticing that something is off with her heartbeat monitoring machine. It's unstable since earlier. And I don't want t*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Are you not going to wait for your homies, Syd? They are on their way here from the airport. All of them, Adam, Wendy, Kevin, and Emma. And with Vidia, of course." I curiously asked my girl, and she looked back at me as we were about to pass through the closed door of her hospital room. I have finished explaining to her about her current condition according to the doctor, and she seemed to not care about it."Uh... Nope. I don't want to waste time listening to all of them inform me about my stupidity, especially my brother. He's more than Mom and Dad combined when angry. We better go wherever we want. We still have at least thirty-six hours left. Let's use it wisely." She answered and held out her left hand for me to hold, and I warmly smiled in response as I gently grabbed her hand. She's right. We're free to do whatever we want and go wherever we want, except we can't touch things and people in the physical world. And
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Why are you laughing?" OJ asked while pouting her lips and crossing her arms on her chest, and I tried to compose myself from cackling at her silly question."Didn't you hear what I said just a while ago? It's not even two minutes passed yet. So...? Did you? Didn't you?" I asked her as my answer to her question, and she made an adorable thinking face, trying to recall what I told her back at the stairs. I damn confessed my love to her, but she seemed to be not listening at all. Ugh!"Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, right. I... I did hear it. I was just... trying to... you know... confirm it. Yep." She stuttered and laughed sheepishly, and I just mocked her, making her look away from my face and letting out a small, shy smile.Looking at her so happy right now and all good makes me want to cry badly. I may look strong and okay all these moments I spent with her, but I am heavily breaking inside. I don't want to show her how weak I am, how miserable
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"What do you mean, Ma'am?" I asked Marcella, and we followed her when she walked a distance and sat at the nearby bench fronting a closed store."She told me she wouldn't help any ghost." The guy following the woman answered me, and OJ and I looked at him in skepticism."What do you mean?" OJ asked him, and he let out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders."I don't know. She just won't. She said she's not allowed. I only wanted her to tell my family that I got into an accident yesterday. My unconscious body is at the hospital right now, and none of the staff knew who to call. No one knows me around here because I just got here from Mexico the other week. I only need to tell my parents I'm about to die or not. They have no idea what I have gotten myself in here. And this person was the only one I knew who could hear me. I'm Joseph, by the way. Nice meeting you both!" He explained and reached for a handshake, and I nodded
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*—My heart sank, hearing the person who used to be so optimistic about almost everything say she wanted to die. Is she giving up? That’s new. I know she lost her hope for me to live, but it shouldn’t be a reason why she would lose hope for her life. There’s so much to keep living for, and she still has so much to accomplish in her life.“Hey, don’t say that, Syd. Everything will be okay.” I told my girl as I knelt before her so I could clearly see her face.Sydney lightly shook her head and sobbed, “No. It’s… I just… I can’t. Everything is not okay. I wasn’t okay, and I know… I won’t be okay.”I pursed my lips, trying not to cry as it was my first time seeing this tough person cry and about to break down.“Hey, look at me. You’re a brave girl. You’re smart. You’re amazing. You will be okay. We talked about this already.” I assured her as I brought my right hand to her cheeks to cheer her up. She closed her eyes, and I deeply kn
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*—"I don't know if you're being sarcastic or funny, Hunters, but it's funny. That's hilariously ridiculous. Mhmm." Sydney remarked with a mixed expression of being calmly annoyed and mad while saying back what I said to her, making me gulp as I sensed her intense sarcasm. Then she walked ahead but still held my hand.Right now, I don't know what to say anymore because the atmosphere just got so damn awkward. That's a f*cking wrong move.It literally scares me whenever this biatch activates this cranky mode of hers. When she gets quiet after saying something pesky, it's time to keep my fine ass silent and not utter any more words that could worsen the situation… or I would give a fight.But right now, I love to annoy her, so I'm going to argue and try to be someone she will hate… but not really hate that much, just enough."Come. Think of it, Syd. People fall in love, and the time will come that they'
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*—"Open your eyes," Sydney asked me, and I felt excitement as I saw what was around us.It was a beautiful garden, where there were lights around, pretty flowers, and a fountain. Then there's a gazebo with lots of flowers around it."Wow, this is amazing, Syd. Where is this?" I asked her, and she slipped her hands inside her sweatpants' pockets."It's in a restaurant. It's a secluded area for… you know, couples who want to be away from a lot of people inside there. Actually, this is where I want to… take you to have dinner someday." She answered and shyly smiled, and I could feel her nervousness even from a mile away from here."Damn, you mean… out on a date? Dinner date?" I asked her while trying so hard to contain my joy, and she nodded her head in reply."Yep. Cheesy, I know. Since I don't have a chance to bring you here soon, I brought you here now. And I don't know if any of your exes h
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*—Our lips finally met, making me feel this familiar amazing sensation like that first time I stole a kiss from her when she was asleep and something like how we kissed back at the Ferris Wheel on our first date. Yet this one surely feels so much better. It's passionate. It's extraordinary.I moved my lips against hers, and she slowly responded while my arms found their way to snake around her neck to pull her closer to me.We shared a moment I never wanted to end, but I felt like crying as I didn't have any idea why it hurt me so much. I know we can't stay like this forever, but at least I experienced how it is to be loved by someone with all she is.She kissed the tip of my nose, then my forehead, and she put me in her warm embrace.And what she told me next made me cry."I'll always remember us this way, OJ." I tried so hard to contain my emotions and not let her notice that I w
*Sydney Roswell's POV*—"Hey, Syd! Can you come here for a minute? I just want to ask you about something!" OJ called out to me as she went somewhere at the back of my house. I left Kitty to go where my girlfriend was and hear what she wanted to ask me."What is it?" I asked as I went near her and saw she was looking at something. It's my rose garden."This. What is this? What are these?" She asked me while pointing at the flowers in front of us, and I raised an eyebrow as I looked at her curious face."Are you blind? Roses. Flowers. Plants. Leaves. What else could those be?" I answered the obvious, and she just rolled her eyes. Those really are roses.And now, she pointed at the plants with both hands."I know these are roses. But who are these?" She replied and asked another pretty stupid question, and my eyebrows met in confusion. Why would she ask such a thing to me about my roses?"OJ, I don't name my rose