"D-Don't touch me."
She flinched as if she's been slapped across the cheek.
Immediately, Jason regretted his reaction. He wanted to say 'I'm sorry' but he couldn't find his voice. He doesn't talk to strangers, nonetheless ghosts. His friends tells him he was too soft, too apologetic, too sympathetic. But Sarah says nothing. Instead she kisses him on the cheek, as if words weren't capable of describing his actions. In all honestly he couldn't take the look of helplessness and hurt in anyone. It'd be cruel to let them be. He couldn't help but be a total sweetheart.
“I-… I don’t mean harm…”
Her hands extended out shakily as if she was opening up to him. Fear gripped him.
Slowly and ever so slightly did he reaches out his arm towards her, cringing when their skin sinks mistily into one another. Their touch turns into smoke that drifted into the air, as if evaporating. A chill goes up his spine as he slowly pulls away.
"Christmas is beautiful." Sarah said, entwining her fingers in his. She turned around and
gives him her most cheerful smile, showing perfect content. One came so rarely after her younger brother passed away. It was such a relief to him he leaned his head on her shoulder and sighed. He's been so worried over the past few weeks. She's never smiled and yet never cried. She was just dead inside. The amount of strength needed to lift the heavy stone off her fragile shoulders was enormous. It was a wonder for Sarah to even stay calm.
A soft crescendo of an enchanting melody drifted into the up, uplifting the atmosphere. The choir was singing "Silent Night". The snow blanketed the ground and redecorated the trees beautifully. They stared off in silence, entranced by its beauty.
"Tell me," said Sarah. "Do you like me?"
The question caught him off guard. She's never questioned their relationship before, never even mentioned it. If words couldn't be heard then their lips certainly could. How could she question their love?
"Why would you think that?"
The highest, most heart breaking part of the song broke through his thoughts.
"So you don't?" She said it so indifferently--like stating a fact--that it made him wonder if she loved him at all. How could she doubt his love for her? Did she care at all? He didn't think he could bare it if she didn't.
She turned around, here eyebrows creased with worry, her eyes hurt.
His flashback ended just as an elderly man was hit in the head. The woman in front of him's lips moved, but no sound came out. He cupped his ear. "What?"