It's been a minute—I forgot what breathing was. And like a total cockblock—or maybe a saviour, not that I didn't want to kiss this gorgeous guy in front of me—but let's both be logical here: how long have I even known him? Exactly.
So, back to reality.
The lights went off. I know, I know, you'll say: "Jane, this is top-tier fire in a romance plot!" Well, not in my story. I told you—life loves handing me all the middle fingers it can.
And the lights weren't the only thing that went dark. There was something else—something brushed past me. Not Daniel. Not a rat. It was human height.
"Did you feel that too or am I just paranoid?"
No answer.
"Daniel?"
Oh god. Don't tell me he's possessed. Wait—did his soul just leave his body? Jane, you're definitely overthinking. Ghosts don't exist, right?...Right?
Screw it. I grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and shook him like a soda bottle, and I must've called his soul back because he finally snapped out of whatever void he was in.
"What? What just happened?"
"You zoned out. And I definitely felt something brush past me. If this is a prank, please stop."
"Why would I prank you?"
"I don't know—because you're a boy?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You boys love pulling weird pranks. Probably the biggest reason you all die early."
"Excuse me?"
And now we're arguing like pre-schoolers—"Oh boys are best!" "No, girls are best!" Blah blah—
Apparently, someone got annoyed. And by someone, I mean the ghost. The lights above the mirrors started flickering. And then I saw it.
Someone was in the mirror. Someone that wasn't us.
"Daniel, please tell me I'm not going crazy. You see that too, don't you?"
He grabbed onto my arm like a child clinging to their mom during a thunderstorm.
Who's better again? Exactly. But Jane—be serious. There's a whole-ass ghost in front of you.
"What do we do?"
"What else? RUN, you fool! I don't plan on dying yet—I haven't even been loved properly!"
I yanked Daniel's hand and we sprinted for the door.
"NOOOO—"
It slammed shut in our faces. So now we're locked in?
In the dark, With a ghost, Third-wheeling us.
So not romantic. Life, I underestimated how massive your middle finger was.
I don't want to die. Let me feel true love at least once, please. Tears were already rolling down my face.
I was in full panic mode. And then—I felt hands on my shoulders.
"Daniel?"
No answer.
I turned to my side and saw Daniel...walking toward the mirror.
Then—whose hands were on my shoulders just now?
Chills bolted down my spine. I froze.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?