My Ghost Soulmate
Geneva's head turned to him at breakneck speed then she squinted her eyes at him.
"You left it behind." He stated.
"Oh. Then Nicholas, could you help me wash the–––?"
"No."
Two people, I mean one person and one ghost in a small kitchen, engaged in a full on staring competition.
One was about to have an internal injury from agony and bafflement and the other... well, he was oblivious to the brewing poison in the same room as him. He just leant on the wall and with his arms folded, watched her do her things.
Nine minutes later, she tried again. "Nicholas could you dust–––?"
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