Dean. — Psych. Thriller.
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I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was. It was yesterday in the train that it happened.
As the train began to take off, I turned to my right, and there was sitting beside me. The man was magnificent, and he immediately tickled my fancy.
His eyes were the most piercing ice-blue I’d ever come across. He had a sharp jawline and black, ruffled hair that looked like he’d just — In the most elegant way possible — raked his fingers through it.
I’ve always been known to take the bulls by the horns, and I did.
He was staring afar off when I spoke.
“Hi, I’m Rita.” My smile was broad. I couldn’t hold it back.
He startled, then looked at me.
“Hi, I’m… I’m Dean.”
Dean. A name to the gorgeous face.
Dean seemed shy at first, like he wasn’t used to talking with strangers. But I said something about liking the black coat he had on, and soon we were off chatting, which involved mostly me talking and him adding soft “Hmm’s”, nods and clipped answers.
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I said something which I hadn’t intended to be funny, but he burst out laughing. A hearty laugh that made his blue eyes crinkle at the corners.
People were staring at us.
“It was nice talking to you.” He said at last. After his laughter, his expression had changed and I saw sadness in his eyes.
“Have I done something — ”
“Yes.” He cut me, a sad looking smile now on his lips. He was staring sideways, towards my left.
Wondering what he was staring at, I followed his gaze. The last thing I heard him say was, “You shouldn’t be able to see me.”
I turned back to look at him and he was gone.
My body nearly jumped out of my skin. He’d vanished.
As I write this, my brain is still spinning in confusion.
I asked the conductor if he’s just seen the man that was beside me. No he had not. As a matter of fact, the seat beside me was broken and had not been used for over a year.
An old woman muttered something about ghosts. I looked to my right and only just noticed that the seat was too broken for use.
My face turned pale as I realized. I had just made a ghost laugh.
