Chapter 2
Like an angel to prayer. Nat turned. "...Making me spend a fortune on paper."
The same shadowed figure, the one from her dreams, sat in a chair in the adjacent living room. "[....Sorry.]"
She leaned near the wall. "It's okay. Although you could make up for the trip to Staples if you'd just tell me who you are." Natasha tried to look at the air's eyes, never getting it. Blue, a hint?.. "....Also give me a proper sleep there."
He remained quiet. "....I'm only as real as your mind can make me, Natalia." Another pause. "If I had the choice, I would be there."
"So I'll just talk to nothing forever."
Silence. A pause as he shook his head. ".....You'd be surprised how common that is." He chuckled silently.
"So tell me. Help me so we can stop talking to air. ....Haven't we been ghosts long enough...."
Where did that come from?
She searched her mind for clues, but flashes came again.
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing."
"It's not. Believe me."
Rain. Eyes in the puddles as she felt more like herself, than she ever had. And she believed him, just as he did.
She had to catch her breath, the record still playing.
"Natalia. Hey-"
His voice was near her ear, though she wasn't able to see him, was bringing up more memories-
""Fine, I'm fine..."
She could see it, an emotion of worry, a powerful feeling but fuck, just make sense.
She felt his eyes on her face. But he wasn't even there.
".....Okay then. .....Tell me one thing, Romeo."
Natasha looked up at the shadow, his eyes definitely blue. "....Are these memories?"