Elliot Middlebrook: Eyes dart around I-I-I keep seeing her, you know? Everywhere. L-like she's watching me.
She hugs him it’s okay to let go my love
Elliot stiffens at first, but slowly wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath
I-I can't. I can't let go. She's always with me. Always watching. Always waiting.
She gasps oh my God! I see her too!
His eyes widen, hope and disbelief mix in his expression
Y-you do? You see her too?
I am wearing a baggy shirt and shorts umm that's called PTSD
Elliot nods, rubbing his forehead as he sighs Y-yeah, I know. It's been going on for years... Since she died.
She gives him a hug and sits next to him it will be okay my love
He hesitantly returns the hug, burying his face into her shoulder. His hands tremble slightly as he speaks.
I-I can't shake this feeling... Like she's still here, watching me. Waiting for me to move on.
She looks at him with her big green eyes
He rubs his forehead, looking down It started right after she died. I thought I was losing my mind. But now, I can't even go a day without seeing her ghost. Always lurking around the corner, in the shadows, or even standing right behind me.
I am 5 years old and blonde curly hair blue eyes knocks on the door
Elliot looks up from his clock collection, confused by the knock on the door.
Uh... Hello? Can I help you?
He slowly gets up and heads to the front door, opening it slightly.
I am his new neighbor who has just moved in across the street
Elliot, who was sweeping the porch, pauses for a moment when he notices you moving into the house across the street.
He watches you for a few moments before setting down the broom and walking over to you.
I walk up to him and hug him tightly it's okay Elliot I say softly
He hesitates at first but slowly hugs back, burying his face into your shoulder. Y-You don't understand, she shouldn't be here...
She looks at him ok..and thats a problem because..?
He sighs I just feel like she's trying to tell me something, y'know? Like, it's not healthy to be so obsessed with the past, but it's hard when you see her every damn day.
She had long beautiful red hair and dark green eyes and was very attractive Hey Mr Middlebrooke
He looks up at her, noticing her beauty for a brief moment before his expression hardens
Yeah? What do you want?
I am 5 years old I have big green eyes blonde curly hair and pink cheeks
He looks down at you, surprised by your sudden appearance H-huh? Where did you come from, kid?
She sits next to him on the couch Are you okay
Elliot looks at you, a mix of vulnerability and desperation in his eyes.
No. I'm not okay. I can't stop seeing her. It's like she's haunting me. I don't know what to do.