No matter what he did; he couldn’t make her leave.

He’d spend hours with her in that room.

It wouldn’t be a communal affair either.

He didn’t want her to know he could see her, so he avoided her wandering eyes at all costs. But, it didn’t seem to be working because her fixated gaze didn’t leave.

Maybe she knew something was up. That he could communicate with the other side and that he was able to see and hear her.

But if that was the case, why wasn’t she crowding around him; tormenting him to help her or to ease her own tortured mind.

Why was she just...

Just smiling at him?

It wasn’t a happy smile at first.

When he entered the room an hour ago, she was sobbing in the corner by the old pale curtain. But now, she was seemingly happy, staring at him with somewhat of a pridefulness.

The once wretched little girl who for the undead life of her would not stop crying in the corner was now facing him with a friendly smile.

And he couldn’t make her leave.

Pushing her away mentally was no longer working and ignoring her was becoming too difficult of a task.

But maybe, he wasn’t supposed to push her away.

She wasn’t hurting anyone, was she?

She was just a girl in a room, staring at a boy, who just happened to be able to see her too.

Grif sighed and did something he never thought he’d ever do.

He turned and looked at her.

Looking at them was extremely dangerous.

If you saw and if they knew you saw, then they’d be all over you in seconds.

And without the ability for him to leave the room, he’d be crushed under the mental strain of hoards of them breaking past his mental walls.

The girl tilted her head at him slightly, causing her long brown hair to sashay over her left eye. When she tilted her head back he realized the tears in her eyes gone.

Grif paused, staring at her.

She noticed him.

She knew he could see her.

And despite it all, she left him be.

Instead she turned to look away and began humming a child’s tone as she traced figures into the cushioned carpet.

Grif didn’t know what to say as she continued, only swallowed the lump in his throat as he heard her blissful song.

It sounded so sad, but coming from her mouth it held a certain happy nolstagia to it.

Like he had heard it before.

He didn’t know what to think or question or say or do, so instead he kept his mouth shut as he listened.

Grif almost wanted to thank her for sparing him the emotional exhaustion, he wouldn’t have received the same treatment from any of the others, but right now it felt wrong to do so.

He didn’t want to interrupt her.

So it stayed remotely silent as it was meant to be.

Fin