Chapter 19. The Weight of the Pain

Ellie's POV

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. How could I possibly convey the whirlwind of emotions churning within me? The fear, the uncertainty, the overwhelming sense of vulnerability. How can I be okay?

The again, he is just a kind stranger or a friendly ghost who has decided to help tonight. He knows nothing about me nor what I am facing nor the ghosts that I am running away from. He already sees me as a weirdo so I better respond quickly before I prove him right.

I meet his smoking gorgeous dark-brown eyes. And for a moment, I delve into them, loving their magic. They are a story for another. "I... I think so," I respond, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you," I add, meeting his gaze once again with a faint smile.

And he smiles back, our smiles locking. Holding each other and for a fleeting moment, I can’t really explain what is going through our minds as we stare like this. Trading warm smiles that hold hidden meanings that