As Lawrence clutched his fist, preparing to punch me, I turned and left with a shrug as I didn't want to cause more trouble. I didn't want him to punch me, but most of all, I don't want to interfere in his own life, although that's exactly what I was doing.
But how could I say that she's Liza if I saw with my own eyes that she's Shaula, who's pretending to be her? Lawrence must know this thing, but perhaps it's not the right time.
My grandmother? Yes, remembering her can't be avoided in this kind of situation. I must ask her to expel that girl from Liza's body. Although I will be sad about this action, I know that this is the right thing to do so that the ghost will stop her pretending approach to everyone, especially to Lawrence.
As I entered my house, many things that happened in the past came to mind. Is she still sensing me through other people's bodies, especially my crush's, because she has not moved on? Am I so handsome that she won't let go of me even just for a second? Or is everything just my inference, and she's not really the girl in the past?
Those questions can be answered only by my grandma, and what I need to do is to visit her before everything is too late. I know Liza struggled to return to her body because I witnessed firsthand how powerful the ghost named Shaula is.
I wanted to do something not for myself, but for Liza. I wanted her to know how much I loved her and that I would sacrifice my own pleasure for the girl who did not even love me a little as who I am, but as a pathetic, lonely friend.
Night had gathered, and I was lying on my bed, rolling back and forth, thinking about the best thing to do, until I fell down from my bed and realized that sometimes love hurts, but once you fall, it doesn't mean that you can't rise up, so I stood up.
Something was pulling me outside my bedroom, so I followed it. Everything was familiar: the swinging curtain, the closed window, the crescent moon, the dark houses, the streetlamps, and the benches where people were sitting, but they had currently become empty, except for one of them.
Again, something like gravity was pulling me out of my house. I know it wasn't the beautiful girl sitting on the bench below the streetlamp, but I'm eager to know who she really is and why she always shows herself to me since Liza mustn't be included in this thing, because it wasn't her mistake.
No time was wasted. I hurriedly went towards the girl without blinking. At that time, I didn't want her to disappear from my sight. I sat down on the bench beside her. As our skin accidentally touched each other, I felt something chill my bones.
I was surprised when she suddenly looked at my face like a robot, not because of her ugliness, like an ugly ghost in our school, but because of her beauty that impressed me. She was dancing in my eyes, and I didn't want that to stop.
She was the beautiful woman I saw before, with a long, white dress that reached the ground. Her long silver hair swayed with the whispering wind, her eyes and skin were all gray, and her mild lips, which I really wanted to kiss.
I could not stop myself from doing the shameful thing, and I slowly grabbed her face, but it vanished in the air. I could not touch her! And I woke up from dreaming and incredulity. I didn't even know her name or hear her voice. How I hope to see her again.
"Have you had a nightmare again?" someone asked, which (deuce!) made me so surprised. I'm still lying on my bed inside my bedroom right now, but how did this girl get here?
"Liza? How could you enter my house?" I asked, but she did not reply and just seized my shoulder, pushed me down to my bed, and laid herself over me. My body became harder and harder as I felt something warm, grim, and inexplicable that seemed to explode.
Sometimes I considered becoming a ghost, one who can leave his body and transfer to another, like Shaula, but I didn't know how. Most of all, I didn't know what I felt or what to feel from what she was doing to me. I could have almost lost my mind.
"Your house isn't locked, so I entered here. I hope that your heart isn't locked too, that you will let me go in, just as I will let you get in and out of mine. I just want to make you happy," she whispered.
"Of course, my heart is always open for you, Liza, if you are the real Liza, but if you are not, my heart is locked, and you can't open it," I replied, prompting her to stop what she was doing, and she did, so I asked, "Why did you stop? Did I say something wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just curious if you are doubting it. Of course, I'm Liza Soberano, the girl who really loves Ezekiel DaFullest, and I will do everything to make him happy every second of the day."
Gee! How can she pretend even though I already caught her? Isn't she ashamed to unfasten herself in front of me? Or is she just afraid to remove her camouflage and show her real identity?
I definitely liked what she was doing, and I want to taste it every day, every night, every second, every minute of the day. I'm so addicted to her body. But I can't endure seeing my crush hurt. I can't endure seeing her cry, and I want to stop this now. I want to get rid of being between the devil and the deep blue sea.
That was the first time you could hear the moaning sounds in my bedroom. I know that it wasn't Liza who did it, but the girl named Shaula Olala, who was also the ghost who was chasing me before. But how could I be too sure?
Perhaps she already knew that I knew what I wanted to know about her. Perhaps the only thing I need to do is to tell her about them: that it's not really good to use someone else's body for her own pleasure. Perhaps she can let go of it; perhaps she can let go of me, of my friends, and of herself, and she may rest in peace and won't show her face. I hope that sacrificing my own body would be enough to make her stop this absurdity.