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POV:: The Shadow Bo--err...Davyn's perspective -- first person, naturally
A week came and went by so fast. I learned more about Chassidy each day as I stayed by her side always.. Well mostly always. I did respect her privacy. (I only peeped once as she showered.)
She stood in her kitchen with the fridge door open, searching for something, clad in a casual light blue halter style dress and matching light blue flats with a little white bow on the front. She looked gorgeous. And for a moment, I wished I could reach out to her and--
"Say Davyn..how are you able to move things without much of a physical body in this world?"
Her question caught me off guard. Beautiful and smart, Chassidy was definitely my favourite leader yet.
"That's an easy one. I control the particles in the air near the object of my choice to latch on and elevate the object in the air. Thus, creating the illusion that I am actually moving something with my own body. It is much like how spirits move things, really," I explained.
Chassidy tossed a bottle of red wine in my direction and I used my abilities to catch the bottle and place it gently on the mahogany kitchen table that I was near.
Chassidy made a confused look as she now walked toward the oven, grabbed a pot holder off the counter and opened up the oven's door.
"Wait..but ghosts aren't actually real.. Are they? I thought they were just real in the movies," she said as she pulled out the dish she had put so much work into for her date tonight.
"Haha, I was only joking with you, Chas. Ghosts do not exist. As Hollywood defines it; Ghosts are simply spirits with 'unfinished business'. Now, everyone has some form of business that they cannot finish before their life ends, so it's not possible that ghosts could really exist..Well..I suppose in a way they do, but no ghosts roam the earth. All either go upstairs..or downstairs.." I pondered the thought for a moment then dismissed it. I quickly checked the time. 5:32. Chassidy's date was 32 minutes late already.
"..what will happen to you as you age? Can shadows die?"
Again, she caught me off guard. I smiled as I watched her carry her dish to the center of the table, check her watch and sigh. I answered her question as a means to take her mind off of her date for a moment.
"There's only one way to kill a shadow that I have heard of."
She put a delicately tiny hand on her perfect waist and inquired,
"Oh? What might that be?"
"Easy. A shadow's enemy. Overexposure to sunlight is the leading cause of death for us," I couldn't help but smirk.
Chassidy held in her laughter but couldn't contain her wide smile.
She changed the subject,
"I wonder where on earth Jude is," she sighed.
I pulled her chair out for her and she reluctantly took a seat.
She gave a little nod of appreciation.
A week came and went by so fast. I learned more about Chassidy each day as I stayed by her side always.. Well mostly always. I did respect her privacy. (I only peeped once as she showered.)
She stood in her kitchen with the fridge door open, searching for something, clad in a casual light blue halter style dress and matching light blue flats with a little white bow on the front. She looked gorgeous. And for a moment, I wished I could reach out to her and--
"Say Davyn..how are you able to move things without much of a physical body in this world?"
Her question caught me off guard. Beautiful and smart, Chassidy was definitely my favourite leader yet.
"That's an easy one. I control the particles in the air near the object of my choice to latch on and elevate the object in the air. Thus, creating the illusion that I am actually moving something with my own body. It is much like how spirits move things, really," I explained.
Chassidy tossed a bottle of red wine in my direction and I used my abilities to catch the bottle and place it gently on the mahogany kitchen table that I was near.
Chassidy made a confused look as she now walked toward the oven, grabbed a pot holder off the counter and opened up the oven's door.
"Wait..but ghosts aren't actually real.. Are they? I thought they were just real in the movies," she said as she pulled out the dish she had put so much work into for her date tonight.
"Haha, I was only joking with you, Chas. Ghosts do not exist. As Hollywood defines it; Ghosts are simply spirits with 'unfinished business'. Now, everyone has some form of business that they cannot finish before their life ends, so it's not possible that ghosts could really exist..Well..I suppose in a way they do, but no ghosts roam the earth. All either go upstairs..or downstairs.." I pondered the thought for a moment then dismissed it. I quickly checked the time. 5:32. Chassidy's date was 32 minutes late already.
"..what will happen to you as you age? Can shadows die?"
Again, she caught me off guard. I smiled as I watched her carry her dish to the center of the table, check her watch and sigh. I answered her question as a means to take her mind off of her date for a moment.
"There's only one way to kill a shadow that I have heard of."
She put a delicately tiny hand on her perfect waist and inquired,
"Oh? What might that be?"
"Easy. A shadow's enemy. Overexposure to sunlight is the leading cause of death for us," I couldn't help but smirk.
Chassidy held in her laughter but couldn't contain her wide smile.
She changed the subject,
"I wonder where on earth Jude is," she sighed.
I pulled her chair out for her and she reluctantly took a seat.
She gave a little nod of appreciation.
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