บททั้งหมดของ My Ghost Soulmate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

She exhaled loudly as she plummeted onto the previously dusty sofa that she'd worn herself out dusting. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, both big and small. Packing into a new house with almost all of one's belongings was disastrous. Riiiiiiiing. The shrill cry of her phone pierced the silent air, save for her loud heaving. She pushed the boxes aside as she looked around for her phone. "Kalu Geneva, you imp. I said, call me once you get there. It's hours ago already. Have you immediately forgotten about this ya lonely bestie?" That's right. It was Geneva's friend, Sharon. They were both Africans that once lived in their various African countries before residing in Cuba at a young age. The only difference was that Geneva's family had relocated many a times before because of the nature of her dad's work before they finally decided to permanently stay in Cuba. Oh, and Geneva was the only child of her parents. Her mother was a full time housewife

"Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant.The man who stood at the door to the kitchen door walked forward into the living room and the light which Geneva had switched on illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall.Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the only exposed parts of his body where ashen, liveless and cold like a bland winter day."Marry me." These were the two words that came from his deathly pale lips.Geneva was already beginning to breathe out a sigh of relief thinking: turned out it was only one man that came out of nowhere and not 'ghosts'. Maybe a neighbour who came to say 'hi' even though I don't understand how he got into my kitchen. But this train of thought was cut short by the man's words. She choked on her sigh.He watched her without any emotion whatsoever, no anger, no boredom, no mischief, no sinister expression, nothing. He just stood there waiting for her coughing fit

She was tired. She was in a car with Sharon to see an old friend of Sharon's that was good at fortune telling and exorcism.Even though Geneva wasn't really interested, Sharon had dragged her into the car after listening to her ordeal.She was currently suffering from jet lag. Having arrived at Sharon's apartment a few hours before dawn, although she finally got to have a proper bath, she felt anything but refreshed.She was still sleepy. Even when she managed to get a little sleep, the horrifying series of dreams she was suddenly having was taking a mighty toll on her.She had had quite a number of dreams that felt so real in the past seven hours or so. They had all appeared intermittently and frequently that she couldn't tell which dream belonged to which.At the same time, they had been vague but she could somehow remember just two scenes that had been as clear as day and had a strange effect on her. Exactly how she had felt while holding that peculi

"You're late," he said, "to our wedding."The way you say it as if I couldn't intend to escape angers me! A frown grew on her face with this thought. "Yes, yes, I'm late." Despite her pursed lips she still sweetly said, "but I made up for it by making arrangements for the wedding singlehandedly. Okay, Sharon did help a tiny little bit. Look, I even bought candles, wine, flowers — aren't I a good wife-to-be?"Don't you dare get angry and murder me, one could almost hear her silent plea. But he didn't reply. His eyes never left her as it watched her every movement intently.She suddenly became self-conscious but that did not deter her. To be honest, it was quite unsettling to be given such unwanted full attention. She set to work however, setting up and setting up and setting up... all the while still under his watchful gaze!Phew. Geneva wiped her sweat and checked the time. 7:02pm, it was time to prepare. She took a step back to stare at what she'd spent the rest of the day doing.

Geneva cleaned up the mess she'd made of the flowers and candles. It was faster now than the previous night she spent setting them. Then, she silently made her way back into the bedroom and to the bathroom. It's better to finish all these affairs while he is his strange self, she muttered to herself. She was through in less than ten minutes, made it to the kitchen and prepared a breakfast of milk and toast in another ten.As she set them in the little space meant for dining in the small kitchen, she glanced again at him. Noting that Nicholas was still in that same position like a statue, she felt an odd feeling which she would like to dismissively call pity, prick her heart, so she walked to him.Wiping her hands on her jean skirt to heat them up, Geneva lightly touched the cold body.Goosebumps that bore standing hairs traveled from the tip of the finger that she had nudged his shoulder with and down to her toes.Sad blue orbs met her dark ones and she shivered from its intensity.