Ghostly Realm - Not Even Death Could Separate Them

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the guards expression didn’t change whatsoever but looked through him to the busy traffic walking by. Devon walked right through his body and he didn’t notice the guard turn his head around as he felt a cold chill pass through him. Devon walked through the glass doors and stood in the lobby and looked around.
    Devon looked over to a young couple that were seated side by side on a settee. They were engaged in a heated but low tone conversation. He walked over and sat down in a chair opposite from them and crossed his legs and sat back. He couldn’t count the times he would listen in on people’s conversations. Through all his years of exploring and searching, he learned much about human nature and was fascinated being an observer.
    Wouldn’t they be shocked to see a pirate ghost sitting in their midst? He thought. He chuckled as he looked over at the vast wall to his left that was completely made of mirrors. He saw his reflection sitting in the chair that nobody else could see. His long black hair hung to his shoulders. When he was alive, women would swoon over his handsome good looks. He grinned into his reflection, his masculine lips parted to show perfectly white teeth, his eyes were the bluest blue. He wore a white blousy shirt that was unbuttoned down to his midriff that showed off his muscular chest. His shirt was tucked loosely into snug black pants. His feet were encased in black leather boots that reached up to his mid calf.
    Devon turned his attention back to the young couple and listened to their conversation.
    “Mark, I don’t care what you say, I’m going to tell her!” The woman said heatedly to the man holding her hand next to her. She pulled her hand from his in anger. “If you don’t tell Abigail then I will!”
    The woman was dressed in a long red evening gown. Diamonds glittered in her ears and around her neck hung a heavy diamond necklace that sparkled as it sat nuzzled right above her heaving ample cleavage. Her long black hair was piled up on her head stylishly with pen curls that hung loose around her very pretty face. Even as angry as she was, her beauty was classic. He knew by her mannerisms that she was the elite class and was use to getting her own way. Her aura was pale green, not anything like his violet aura.
    The man reached out to clasp her hand again but she would have none of that and Devon smiled. Give him Hell lady. He thought with slight amusement.
    Devon took a good look at the man. He was wearing a tuxedo with a black tie. He had short blondish brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. His expression was one of exasperation and again Devon smiled at the man’s uncomfortable and obvious position. “Please Candice, I do plan on telling Abigail it’s over between us. But not tonight. I wouldn’t want to disrupt her writing, she’s almost finished with her newest novel.” He said to the angry woman as if to explain his way out of trouble.
    The woman rose up to leave but the man stood up also and grabbed her hand and brought it to his chest to hold it there against his heart. “Let’s just go to the opera as planned darling and tomorrow I’ll tell her. I promise.” He lifted her hand up to kiss it and she jerked it away.
    “No! You go to the opera if you want, I’m leaving!” She turned and stalked away towards the double doors and he didn’t try to stop her.
    Devon was about to stand up and wander around again when the man sat back down and reached inside his pocket for his cell phone. Devon always marveled at the new technologies that existed and how most people took such progress for granted. The man dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.
    “Abigail? Hi, I just wanted to call and apologize for not keeping our date. I’m so sorry dear.” The man said suavely into the phone. Devon’s eyes slitted in disgust as he listened to the one sided conversation. Devon watched Mark roll his eyes upward as if exasperated that he were the one that should be upset his

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