An Saol Idir Linn
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“I hate this show” you whined sitting perched up on the couch on one lazy Saturday afternoon with Greg. He was mindlessly flicking through the channels trying to pick something for you both to watch.
Two months had passed since you showed your true self to him and since then you and Greg had got on like a house on fire. Greg would sometimes forget that you were dead but it was purely unintentional, he got on so well with you that you, in his eyes, were very much alive.
He glanced over and let out a sigh “You pick then” he told you while handing over the remote just as the doorbell rang and he went to get it. Greg’s eyes widened when he opened the door and found Molly on the other side with a exquisitely wrapped box and a balloon.
“Uh….hey?” Greg raised a confused brow at Molly and her eyebrows scrunched a little before letting out a groan of realisation.
“She didn’t tell you did she?”
“Tell me what?” Greg asked before looking up to the balloon with the words ‘happy birthday’ on it “She didn’t, God I didn’t get her anything!”.
Molly waved her hand and walked in “I’m not surprised she didn’t tell you I had to figure it out myself from the death certificate last year,” Molly walked into where you were sitting still flicking through the channels “Happy birthday Y/N!”
You let out an embarrassed groan and put your head into your hands with a huge grin on your face “Molly! I told you I don’t age!” You giggled and Molly rolled her eyes, placing down her present and walking over to give you a hug. Greg watched the two of you with a small smile before making his way over just as you broke away from the hug.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Greg asked placing his hands on your shoulders as you shrugged.
“I don’t really celebrate it anymore, I don’t age or anything but Molly insists” you sent your friend a smile. Molly grabbed your present and handed it to you. You thanked her and unwrapped the elaborately decorated gift “Molly…” You trailed off, lost for words “It’s beautiful” you smiled and took out the photo frame that had a photo of you both and a necklace attached to it with the words 'best friends’ inscribed on it with another photo of the two of you inside. “Thank you” you extended an arm out for a hug and she happily accepted before helping you to put on the necklace.
“Sorry I’ve got to dash,” she glanced at her watch “There’s some reports that need to be finished off but I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Course! I’ll be over around noon” you gave her one final hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thanks before she left.
You felt Greg’s hand grab onto your waist, your throat involuntary hitched at the sudden contact “You should have told me” he whispered in your ear and you turned your head back slightly to look at him only to feel a whirlwind of emotions from being to close to his face.
“I didn’t think it mattered…” You quietly trailed off, swallowing hard and trying your best not to break eye contact to look at his lips.
“You matter” Greg smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your ice cold cheek “Happy birthday Y/N”. Your eyes closed from the contact and a tinge of warmth spread through your body from the contact.
That was until you pretty much ruined the mood.
You rushed to the sink and began to cough violently, coughing up some of the water that resided inside you. Greg was in a state of panic but this was normality for you. From time to time you’d have a coughing fit and cough up the murky bath water.
“It’s okay,” you reassured Greg as he soothingly rubbed your back. You stood up straight with a trembling smile “Happens all the time” you sighed out. Greg was gripping onto your upper arms, gently rubbing them with his thumbs. His face was full of concern and his eyes connected with yours. You both stayed silent for a moment before you opened your mouth to whisper out “I want to show you something”.
Greg followed you as you made your way to a small cupboard that stored some of Greg’s jackets “I’ll need a boost,” you asked him as you stood under the hatch that lead up to the attic “Just throw me up, I’ll fade away and go through,” you smiled and Greg smirked, he was still adapting to this. He gripped onto your waist and you felt a new warmth spread through your body. He tossed you up and you disappeared, slipping right through the ceiling to the attic where you landed with a thump.
“You okay?” Greg asked with a hint of worry laced in his voice.
“Yeah!” You called back and Greg let out a huff as you dusted yourself off and grabbed what you were looking for. You stood by the hatch for the attic and opened it finding Greg looking up with a smile “If you have more stuff you can put it up here now, there’s a few of my things up here in the back corner,” you told him before jumping through the opening, Greg made an attempt to catch you but it didn’t end well.
You landed on top of him and pained groaned echoed around the two of you before light laugher replaced those groans. Only then did you realise how intimate this moment was. You quickly got off of him and nervously cleared your throat. Helping him up you both made your way to the kitchen dining table to show him the album you had under your arm. “What’s this?” He asked with a small smile.
“My life…” You whispered, keeping your eyes fixated on the leather bound photo album. Greg’s smile fell from his face as his eyes shifted from looking at you to looking at the album. You sighed with a smile and opened the album “This is me with my parents,” you looked up at Greg who’s focus was on the photo “That’s at our old house, we moved about two years after that photo was taken. I was probably about four or five at the time”
“You look adorable in your pyjamas” he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes, nudging his arm slightly with your elbow.
“Stop!” You whined with a grin and flicked over the page to a photo of you at ten years old standing on the top of giants causeway with a bright blue jacket and garish yellow wellies.
“Where was that?” Greg asked as a large grin gashed your face.
“The giants causeway in Ireland. God, I used to love going over there with my mum and dad” Greg watched as your face brightened at the memories “I hope I can go back someday”.
The sharp snapping noise of the photo album shutting made him jump, breaking his train of thought “You should get some sleep Greg, you look exhausted” you stood up with Greg and he placed his hands on your shoulders, bringing you forward to press a kiss against your freezing cold forehead.
“Happy birthday Y/N”
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