hands.
"Too soon?" he asked.
"No. I mean, yes, but not like that." Darcy tried to untwist her scrambled emotions. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she knew that stopping herself was the right thing to do. Now all she had to do was put it into words for him. Well. For both of them. "I have a boyfriend already. Jon is his name. I can't be here and do this. It wouldn't be fair to him."
Lorne nodded, his expression tight. "I see. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Is he, uh, good to you?"
Oh, now there was a loaded question. "He is," she decided to say. "We're in kind of a rough spot right now, but I haven't given up on him."
"And if you kiss me, you'll be doing exactly that. Giving up on him." Lorne nodded again, and Darcy was amazed at how he could be so understanding. She still wanted to pull him to her and trace those lips with her own and just let herself be loved for a moment.
It wouldn't be right. She was involved with someone. Lorne had just lost Chloe. It wouldn't be right.
She kept telling herself that until it sank in.
That smile of his came back now. It was the smile of a friend who wanted only the best for her. Darcy was kicking herself already for not letting him kiss her, just once, but what she had said to Lorne was true. If she and Jon were ever going to get back together, she couldn't be falling into the arms of the first cute, funny, smart, amazing man who came her way.
Wait. That wasn't what she meant. Or was it? She closed her eyes and sighed out slowly. She could understand the ways of ghosts easier than the ways of her own heart.
When she opened her eyes again Lorne was standing there with his hand stretched out for her to shake. "This Jon of yours is a lucky guy. Tell him I said so, will you? Goodbye, Darcy. I'll come visit you next time. Hopefully there'll be less excitement."
"In Misty Hollow?" she said. "We're just a small, sleepy little town like what you have here in Smithsville. Nothing exciting ever happens there."
They laughed at her little joke, and in spite of what she had said to him about Jon Tinker, she let him hug her tightly one last time.
"Take care of yourself," he said quietly to her. "And tell Chloe I love her, if you see her again."
Then he turned and walked down the street to where they had parked their cars. Darcy thought it would be best if she waited for him to drive away first, since she had parked her sister's car right behind his. He waved out the window as he pulled away from the curb.
Chloe had appeared next to her as Lorne drove away. She turned to Darcy now, her expression saying it all.
"I already have a boyfriend, Chloe. Besides, Lorne is still getting over you. He may never get over you."
Chloe struck a pose. How could any man get over me?
"I won't get over you being gone, either , you know." Darcy meant it. She'd carry the heartache of this for a long time.
Chloe smiled wistfully and then blew Darcy a kiss. One to remember me by, she was saying.
It was time for her to go.
Before she did, she moved over to the coffee house window. The glass fogged up as she got close. Chloe was causing a sudden drop in the air temperature right where she stood, a trick some ghosts picked up quicker than others. In the condensation on the window, Chloe wrote out a last message for Darcy.
"Miss you like peanut butter," it read. "Love you always."
Darcy watched, unshed tears now running freely down her cheeks, as Chloe walked away up the sidewalk. The few people nearby stepped wide of her without realizing why they were doing it. The further away Chloe got, the more she shimmered and faded, until finally her spirit disappeared altogether. Darcy could feel it as she left this plane of existence for the next.
Her friend was gone.
"Goodbye, Chloe," she whispered. "I love you, too."
—End—
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"Too soon?" he asked.
"No. I mean, yes, but not like that." Darcy tried to untwist her scrambled emotions. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she knew that stopping herself was the right thing to do. Now all she had to do was put it into words for him. Well. For both of them. "I have a boyfriend already. Jon is his name. I can't be here and do this. It wouldn't be fair to him."
Lorne nodded, his expression tight. "I see. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Is he, uh, good to you?"
Oh, now there was a loaded question. "He is," she decided to say. "We're in kind of a rough spot right now, but I haven't given up on him."
"And if you kiss me, you'll be doing exactly that. Giving up on him." Lorne nodded again, and Darcy was amazed at how he could be so understanding. She still wanted to pull him to her and trace those lips with her own and just let herself be loved for a moment.
It wouldn't be right. She was involved with someone. Lorne had just lost Chloe. It wouldn't be right.
She kept telling herself that until it sank in.
That smile of his came back now. It was the smile of a friend who wanted only the best for her. Darcy was kicking herself already for not letting him kiss her, just once, but what she had said to Lorne was true. If she and Jon were ever going to get back together, she couldn't be falling into the arms of the first cute, funny, smart, amazing man who came her way.
Wait. That wasn't what she meant. Or was it? She closed her eyes and sighed out slowly. She could understand the ways of ghosts easier than the ways of her own heart.
When she opened her eyes again Lorne was standing there with his hand stretched out for her to shake. "This Jon of yours is a lucky guy. Tell him I said so, will you? Goodbye, Darcy. I'll come visit you next time. Hopefully there'll be less excitement."
"In Misty Hollow?" she said. "We're just a small, sleepy little town like what you have here in Smithsville. Nothing exciting ever happens there."
They laughed at her little joke, and in spite of what she had said to him about Jon Tinker, she let him hug her tightly one last time.
"Take care of yourself," he said quietly to her. "And tell Chloe I love her, if you see her again."
Then he turned and walked down the street to where they had parked their cars. Darcy thought it would be best if she waited for him to drive away first, since she had parked her sister's car right behind his. He waved out the window as he pulled away from the curb.
Chloe had appeared next to her as Lorne drove away. She turned to Darcy now, her expression saying it all.
"I already have a boyfriend, Chloe. Besides, Lorne is still getting over you. He may never get over you."
Chloe struck a pose. How could any man get over me?
"I won't get over you being gone, either , you know." Darcy meant it. She'd carry the heartache of this for a long time.
Chloe smiled wistfully and then blew Darcy a kiss. One to remember me by, she was saying.
It was time for her to go.
Before she did, she moved over to the coffee house window. The glass fogged up as she got close. Chloe was causing a sudden drop in the air temperature right where she stood, a trick some ghosts picked up quicker than others. In the condensation on the window, Chloe wrote out a last message for Darcy.
"Miss you like peanut butter," it read. "Love you always."
Darcy watched, unshed tears now running freely down her cheeks, as Chloe walked away up the sidewalk. The few people nearby stepped wide of her without realizing why they were doing it. The further away Chloe got, the more she shimmered and faded, until finally her spirit disappeared altogether. Darcy could feel it as she left this plane of existence for the next.
Her friend was gone.
"Goodbye, Chloe," she whispered. "I love you, too."
—End—
Hi everyone. This is Darcy Sweet.
I hope you enjoyed this story, as
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