Chapter 5

That final night seemed like nothing had happened.

Leo showered, and I sat nearby, staring to my favorite flower I had tended to when I was alive.

"Judy," he called out suddenly.

I stiffened. I had to remind myself that he could not see me. But it was hard after the years of suffering not to flinch from hearing my name.

I waited until he didn't call again, then let out a silent sigh of relief. He had forgotten his clothes.

In the past, I would bring them to him, but now I just stood outside, sulking.

I knew he only called my name out of habit.

When someone gets used to another's presence, the absence feels like a loss. The name he said was just a sound, not a real call for me.

I went back to staring at my plants. I reached out and touched them and they moved.

If Leo came out and saw them shaking, maybe he'd think the house was haunted.

Scaring him wouldn't be bad, I thought.

But an hour passed, and he still didn't come out.

Out of habit, I started to worry.

I opened the door, and he was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed, like he was asleep or dead. I stood there, unsure what to do.

Should I watch him die or call for help?

Suddenly, his eyes opened, startling me.

"Who's there?" he shouted.

It was easy to understand. No matter how strong werewolves were, living a lone where someone died, the door creaking open is something out of a horror movie.

"Judy?" He called.

Unlike what I expected, Leo didn't seem scared; he even called my name.

I stood there awkwardly, relieved he couldn't see me. He was holding a hair tie of mine, left in the bathroom from the bathroom.

Wind blew into the bathroom piking up the smell of the forest from outside in a way that would send chills down any spine.

Leo seemed to come to his senses, put on his robe, and returned to the bedroom.

Every night, I would usually send him a cup of warm milk, but no matter how much he waited, no warm milk came.

I watched him jump out of bed and storm to the kitchen.

A series of clatters followed. He moved around the kitchen slamming things just to warm a cup of milk and still burnt it. A laugh left my lips seeing this.

It reminded me of the year Leo was pursuing me. The first time I warmed milk for him, I burnt it too. But he just smiled, kissed me and said it was like caramel milk. I fell in love with him that moment.

But the past was gone and there was no need to look back.

The next moment, I heard a crash.

I hurried over to find Leo had thrown the glass of milk on the ground. The liquid soaked the carpet.

"Such a terrible temper," I muttered.

He sat there for a while to calm down till his breath was steady. Only then did he look under the bed.

His hands reached underneath for a small rectangular box.

Seeing what he was doing, my heart jumped. What was he doing? How could look through that?

I thought he had thrown away my things, why did he still have that?

No!

I hurried to stop him, but I could not touch him nor could he see me.

No matter what I did, it was useless. No, anything but that. I beg him. Let that secret die with me.