"Good morning." Liam said, getting up.
"Good morning" I wished him back.
"So how do you feel now?" He asked me.
"Happier." I whispered in his ears. He now sat upright, and kissed my lip. As he parted from me, I moaned for more. He smiled at my desperateness.
"Let me make something for you." He said.
"Okay." I murmured.
"But this time, be in my sight." He added, severely.
As I got up, I felt weaker; maybe it was because of the fatigue- I slept less yesterday night. I smiled at Liam and followed him on his way towards the kitchen.
"So what are you going to make me?" I asked.
"Sandwich. And one for me too."
So he began with his work.
"Shouldn't I be helping you too?" I asked, feeling awkward.
He shook his head. "No one likes to work. So no need to work, because I know you won't like it."
He chopped cucumbers, tomatoes, and then took out some cheese from the fridge.
"Have you kept my fridge and grocery storage up to stock?" I asked.
"Yes ma'am." He replied.
Next he took some onions.
"Aren't you going to brush?" He asked.
"Why? Do I have bad breath or something?"
"No. I just thought that you're supposed to do it."
"Someone just told me to stay within his sight."
He said nothing. Soon he began with the chopping of onions. I looked at him while he did so.
His eyes filled with tears. I laughed.
"Do souls also cry when they chop onions?"
"It's weird. I've never cried before."
He smiled awkwardly at me. I wondered what he meant.
"Sarah, you've given me emotions. I didn't use to feel anything- love, hatred, loneliness- until you came."
He came closer, and hugged me.
"I couldn't touch anyone, couldn't hug anyone till you came. I don't know how to thank you. To be honest, I was actually shocked when you saw me."
He bit my left ear. I laughed and moaned.
"You're moaning a lot today. What's the matter?" He asked.
"Maybe I'm in love." I laughed.
He rolled his eyes in sarcasm.
"Hey I'm serious!" I defended myself.
"Remember when you tumbled off the stairs? I saved you from falling. You couldn't see me then."
"No, I couldn't. And I thought I was flying." I  muttered to myself.
"Then why are you able to see me now?" He asked to me and to himself.
"I don't know." I said honestly.
"You've given me feelings, Sarah, but was this a coincidence? Was this all just fate?" He whispered. I fell silent.
"I had feelings for my sister too- love and care- but they were different. They are different. But why are you able to see me?" This time he was muttering to himself. I could hear him though.
"I made you see visions that you call dreams at night. They were nightmares for you. But they were not the real version. You didn't see me even then. Why then did you see me when I'd brought you back in bed?"
"Wait. You don't mean that no one can see you?" I asked.
He nodded. But it didn't make any sense to me.
"But you were seen by my parents, Rafael, and James in the hospital. Weren't you? And you even talked to the doctors, about bringing me home, didn't you?" Taking James' name made me feel weird, because I saw him just yesterday, trying to force me to do stuff with him. But of course it wasn't him, I told myself.
"Yeah. Yeah." He looked confused. Why was he confused? Was there something wrong? Seeing him worried made me feel the same.
"But isn't it good? Aren't these things good?" I asked him.
He turned to look at me and said, "Everything that's good for me may not be good for you."
"I don't care. If it's good for you, it's good for me."
He let out a deep breath. "Oh I wish it were that easy."
A question hit my mind.
"Is breathing necessary for souls?"
He laughed. "I don't get your sense of humour, but no, it's not."
I nodded, trying to store the information in my head. It takes me time to figure things; some people even say that my processor is slow. But once I get the things right in my mind, I remember them for life. (Touchwood.)
He had stopped chopping onions by now.
"Look you disturbed me!" He said, turning back towards the chopping board.
"Okay, I'm sorry." I surrendered, raising my hands up to show I did.
He began chopping onions but soon stopped.
"Now why did you stop, huh?" I teased. He didn't reply. I went forward to get a better look.
He had cut his hand.
But that was not the issue.
He was bleeding.
"Souls are not supposed to bleed." He whispered.
"I know." I said.