He stands in the doorway, one hand lightly touching the frame, the other deep in his right pocket, his hand gently turning a watch over and over between his thumb and forefinger.

11:17

She waits, rain still dripping from her fingertips, the heightened laughter still echoing from the gap of her lips, filling the hallway with a nervous ghost. She trembles a bit, less from the cold and more from that disturbing ghost entering and reentering her body through her shoulder blades.

She grinned, "So, what now?"

Her voice was too loud, sharp; catching on the edges of the walls and hanging there, like men at the end of ropes.

He said nothing, merely looked at her. His eyes dark and quiet and unlike hers, filled to the brim with maddening sensations. A small smile might have tugged at his lips for a second but she couldn't tell.

She snorted, tossing one hand behind her back to grasp her other arm, pushing the nails into the flesh. Blood mixed with rain and she looked down, hoping the ghost would spill out, taking deep breaths through her nostrils.

11:21

"Are you well?"

His voice startled her and she gasped a little, jumping and nodding and pushing her hair from her cheek too roughly.

"Yes."

The floorboards snickered as she stumbled a bit forward. "A bit cold..." she trailed off and looked him straight in the face, stunned herself by it.

He nodded and turned in the doorway, away from her, opening it for her, gesturing with an arm for her to go inside.

She nodded thoughtlessly and moved forward obediently.

When she entered, her body was rushed with a sense of familiarity and strangeness. Her eyes taking in the shadows more thoroughly than the furniture. The plain walls. Stairs.

11:26

"I have to say I'm a bit surprised..."

His voice is lovely, and she closes her eyes to it, turning back to him as he moves to sit. His hands rest against the chair and he unbuttons his shirt just once from the top of his collar before leaning back, relaxing.

"I know." Her voice is barely a whisper now and she covers her mouth quickly before the ghost spills out.

He gives her a look and she giggles, murmuring unintelligibly as she pulls her coat off and sets it on the back of the chair beside her, across from him.

"Don't sit."

She doesn't.

11:29

"You're shaking."

It is stated as an observation.

"Yes."

"Why?"

She looks away before she answers, a small crack in her forming.

"...you know the answer to that."

"Still...I'd like to hear you say it."

She swallows, keeping her eyes on her toes, her hands fiddling now with her pockets.

11:32

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(I dont know how to finish this one.)