Just as Savannah felt Cory’s warm breath against the delicate skin of her fingertips, the doorbell rang - loud and insistent. They both jumped, and Savannah’s chair nearly tipped over in her haste to pull away.
“I...I don’t think this ghost likes us being together.” Cory said, his voice tinged with a sadness that only Savannah could have understood.
The hurt on his face made her turn away, as when it was paired with the painful thumping of her heart against her rib cage it was just too much for her to bear. Despite this, she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at the implications of this; did the ghost think it could keep her from doing what she wanted, or being friends with who she wanted? Even if it was Shane, he was gone. She couldn’t live her life according to what he would or wo
