Chapter 19
-Cash-
Once everyone is gone, Wrigley and I go back up to his bedroom and cuddle up together on the bed. “So basically it turns out that Reena can see ghosts and saw us together and then saw you on your own and she worked out that you’re a ghost, and so they came to- I don’t even know, warn me? Inform me? Anyway, they came to tell me. And I was just like eh yeah I know,” Wrigley says nonchalantly, playing with his hair and tracing random shapes onto my thigh through the fabric.
“Wow uh, ok. And what, they were just like ‘cool’ and went home?” I ask after a moment, letting all of that sink in. Wrigley laughs brightly, “I mean you were there for that bit; it’s not like they could exactly chase off a ghost anyway. Like we said before; we’re stuck together for a year at least.”
I blink, stroking my fingers across the soft hairs at the base of my boyfriend’s neck. “You mean you wouldn’t want to get rid of the contract after a year? I thought that you wouldn’t want to be saddled with all the ghost shit anymore.”
Wrigley snaps his gaze to mine, gaping like a fish at me. “What seriously?! You were planning on abolishing the contract and then we’d never be able to see each other again?! Dick move, Cash,” he says offendedly.
I quickly shake my head, taking his hand in mine and holding it gently. “Not at all! I don’t want to end the contract; I like being with you. In whatever kind of relationship. I just thought that by then, you’d want to.”
Wrigley snorts, poking me in the chest (this is literally his signature move, of course he poked me). “Yeah well with how you’re acting right now, maybe I will want to get rid of this contract,” he says with a smirk, before seeing my (probably) slightly worried expression.
“Babe I was joking, I’m not breaking the contract. Do you want to break the contract?” He asks gently, cupping my cheek. I shake my head quickly, leaning in to his touch. “I don’t want to break it.”
He smiles softly, before leaning in slowly and capturing my lips with his. He kisses me gently and slowly, his fingers stroking across my jaw in long and lazy movements. When we eventually stop kissing, I realise that at some point, Wrigley ended up sitting on my lap.
Not like I’m complaining.
“Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up,” he says quietly, his fingers still languidly coasting across my jaw and parts of my neck. I still don’t get how he doesn’t mind that I’m all cold and…a ghost. But hey, I’m unbelievably glad that he doesn’t mind, because then I get to be with him.
And I really want to be with Wrigley Johanneson.
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-Wrigley-
After that, Cash brings up the last thing we had to talk about: seeing his family. When it first occurred to me that he could see them, talk to them and hug them, I thought ‘well why aren’t we going to see them already?’
And then Cash talks to me about his family. About how he feels towards seeing them, about how they might feel from seeing him.
And I never even thought about it. It never even occurred to me about how his family might feel. I just thought- if I could see my dad one more time, I would take the chance. No matter how painful it was again afterwards.
I would take that chance, and I assumed that everyone would.
And Cash’s family would probably take that chance too. And then be heartbroken all over again. Because although they could potentially keep seeing him, who knows if one day I won’t be able to touch him anymore? Who knows if one day, I and everyone else will stop being able to see Cash?
So is it better to not give them the choice at all? To just never let them see him and they’d be none the wiser?
Then they’d never have that pain, but they also wouldn’t have the happiness of seeing Cash again.
If it was me, the happiness would be so worth it. I would literally leap at the chance. I would take that possibility, because it would be the most precious chance to ever exist.
“Cash, I think that they would want to see you. No matter what. And I know that you want to see them too. So why don’t we give them a visit? I have your mother’s contact information, we can call her beforehand, you could talk to her on the phone.” I place my hand on his arm gently, tilting his head towards me and guiding his gaze to mine.
“It will be worth it. They will be thrilled to see you again.”
Cash sighs, nodding hesitantly and wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me to his chest. He rests his head on my shoulder, letting out a gentle huff of slightly chilled air against my neck.
“You’re right; I know they’d want to see me, even if it makes them sad. Is it- is it wrong of me to want to see them, knowing it might make them more sad in the long run? Does that make me selfish and greedy?” He asks into my neck, his voice quiet and a little shaky.
I instantly smooth my fingers through his hair, rubbing his back soothingly as I hug him. “Not at all babe; you love your family and they love you too. You were taken from them too soon and you’re all hurting so much because of it. And seeing each other will hurt in some way, but I can guarantee that it will also make you all so unbelievably happy too. I will support whatever decision you make, Cash. And I will be here for you no matter what, ok?”
Cash nods into my shoulder, squeezing me for a moment before pulling back and glancing into my eyes. His own are slightly misty with unshed tears, his emotions strong and beautiful as he smiles gently, stroking my cheek and pecking my lips softly.
“Thank you, Wrigley. Thank you so much. I think- I think I’ve made my decision. I want to see them, and I know that if they knew they could see me, then…they would want to see me too. You’ll be there the whole time, right? I mean I know you have to be there to make me solid, but like-“
I nod emphatically, stroking my ghost’s cheek and kissing his forehead. “Of course. I’ll be right at your side, and if things are too hard, or you don’t want to be there anymore, for any reason, then we go. I promise, this won’t go wrong.”
He nods happily, leaning his forehead against mine and hugging me to his chest. And I have high hopes about this. After all, I don’t make promises that I can’t keep.
So this just shows how certain I am that this will turn out well in the end.
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