Curled up in a ball, replaying the last hour, trying to cry but having no salted tears flow. After Heath told me he hated me, I don't know what happened really. I felt tears brimming and I got up abruptly then I think I just...disappeared. All I know is that when I opened my eyes I was no longer in Heath's cosy bedroom but seated on a park bench.

     My knees were hugged by my arms, my silk gown that I still have no idea where I got, was crushed as I sat crouched. I don't know why it had hurt me so much when Heath said he hated me, I knew it before after all....maybe hearing him say it out loud hurt the most.

    I tried to cry but realised it was pointless, soon I'd figure out my unfinished business and disappear. Heath and I....what we had....was the most temporary thing in the world. I couldn't afford to be hurt. I was stronger than this. Since I was somehow bound to him and that house, I'd definetly return there eventually and then I mustn't show Heath how much his words hurt me, emotions are like strings.

    They were what would hold me back. I couldn't afford that. I couldn't afford to care for Heath, or anyone really. The fact that he'd reduced me to tears proved how dangerous he was, I needed to steer clear of him. Build up a wall, I told myself, a wall to ensure that my unfinished business wouldn't hold me back.

    I watched a young couple come over to a cotton candy stall, the girl looked adoringly at the guy, he kissed her quickly. After a few minutes had passed, he excused himself and ran towards a darker part of the park. Curiosity gripping me, I followed him. It was none of my business but I couldn't help it. One of the perks of being a ghost was that you were freerer than most.

    The boy pulled out his phone and typed a quick text, peeking over his shoulder, I read the word 'come now', no sooner than the text had left the screen a blonde haired girl peeked out of the bush. I tried to put a finger on who she reminded me of....I gave it up soon. She looked like Nerissa but the girl reminded me of someone else.... someone different....someone I'd known....was this another memory? I wondered.

    A gun flashed through my mind, then the deafening sound of a bullet leaving the deadly weapon. I felt my heart beat in fear, shivers ran down my spine and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. Warning bells went off in my head, adrenaline was so much that I could almost smell it. I heard a scuttling as if someone was trying to hide the weapon. No pictures came to mind....just the point of a gun...and....hair...lots and lots of hair...drenched in blood...

     My attention left the memory and focused on the boy in front of me. He was grinning sexily at the blonde woman. She came over to the boy and wrapped her arms around him. She whispered something and crashed her lips on his. He kissed her back.....disgusting. The scene was undoubtly ardent kissing but I found it disgusting...because just behind the bushes a young girl was licking cotton candy, trustily waiting for the return of her lover....who was here kissing another woman.

     It effected me on a personal level for some reason. I could heartily feel the betrayal and I could feel the hate, the girlfriend would feel when she found out, she would eventually...these things were never kept quiet for long. Shaking my head in disgust, I walked away.

    The girlfriend was waiting impatiently, I pitied her. If I was alive I would've told her what her boyfriend was upto as she licked her cotton candy. If I was alive.....

   Even though it was cruel I appreciated the fact that their drama had averted my attention from Heath for long enough. For hurting me... I would make him pay tenfold. My hurt now turned to anger....and boy, he better be afraid. I would make him miserable without even touching him.

★★★

     Heath was pacing the room impatiently when I entered. He looked genuinely relieved to see me. For a moment I felt bad about what I'd planned to do to make him miserable, then I reminded myself that it was his fault NOT mine, therefore I had nothing to feel guilty for. Step one, was silent treatment.

"Where have you been?" He asked me. I didn't answer, I just went over and flopped myself on his bed. Oh yeah, step two was making him live on the couch. It was admittedly childish but I was working with limited resources here! Besides, slow and steady wins the race right?

"What are you doing?" He asked me. Instead of saying anything I just turned on my side and ignored him. This'll teach him to say mean things and not regret it!

"Oh....silent treatment huh?" My eyes widened, I didn't want to give the game away so soon. But yet, I remained quiet.

"Whatever, just get off my bed." He said, I planted myself  firmer on the bed. Heath came over to me and crossed his arms over me. Then he sighed and put his hand to his head.

"Alright already! I'm sorry! I said some mean things, and you were just trying to help, forgive me J" he begged in frustration. I turned over and raised an eyebrow at him. "Grovel" I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Grovel" I repeated "or you can sleep on the couch" I threatened, they weren't empty threats, even if he did grovel, which was doubtful, no way was he getting the bed!

    He glared at me. I glared back, as if I was afraid! He frowned, then sighed. I sat up on the bed. To my utter amazement he got down on his knees. Looking very annoyed, he bowed his head and said "I'm sorry OK? Happy now?" I was ecstatic. This guy was the most prideful (excluding me) person I knew, it must be such a blow to his ego!

     Call me evil, but I thoroughly enjoyed that! Of course, after it was done I had no intention of calling a cease fire, well...I should've.

"Well, well, well, egoistic green eyed jerk slash evil overlord is actually on his knees apologizing to me!" I chuckled gleefully. "Apology accepted, I'll be merciful, now then....the cushion over there would make for an excellent pillow. Good night." Intentionally spreading my body out on his bed I closed my eyes.  Growling slightly he got up. I was congratulating myself on my victory when I felt something touch the underside of my knees and the top of my spine.

"Oh. No. You. Don't. I. Apologized. Now get your butt off of my bed!" Heath said menacingly. Then before I knew what was happening, he'd pulled me off the bed.  For a minute it seemed like he would carry me off to the sofa like a Princess but then this was Heath.....

  For the first few moments, I relished how warm he felt as he carried me off the bed, it made my whole frame tingle and made my relatively below average body temperature rise. It was cosy. Then of course, reality hit me in the form of the carpeted floor. Heath abruptly dropped me onto it, like he'd gotten a shock.

"Hey!" I protested. Without a second glance at me he pulled over his sheets. I scowled and pouted but resolved to saying nothing. He'd actually groweled in front of me, nothing was going to spoil that moment even if I had to keep quiet in this argument. So I trudged to the sofa and flopped on it, concentrating on balance, my anger had snuffed itself out and I grinned. Worries about strings still lingered in my head but right now the grinned remained on my face as I fell asleep.

*********

       Something cold was resting on my cheek, it was making it impossible to sleep. How do I even feel cold? I don't want to wake up. The coldness gets worse, groaning, I open my eyes slightly. Heath is holding his hand to my cheek.....why is it so cold? Did Heath die and become a ghost too? No, that couldn't have happened....

     Slightly more alert, I look around for the source of the chill. Heath is holding a pack of ice in his hand and his other hand, which is cold, is resting on my cheek. I curse him inwardly, the green eyed jerk had been freezing his own hand and then putting it on my cheek to make sure I feel the cold!

"G.E.J.E.O" I mumble angrily before straightning up. He eyes me amusedly. "G.E.J.E.O?" He asks me.
"Green eyed jerk slash evil overlord"

"Do I really deserve that?"

"No....you deserve worse."

        He laughs at my indigance and I grin at the comedy of the situation. "So? Why did you rob me of my beauty sleep?"

"You're a ghost....you don't need bea-" he stopped short at the glare I was giving him, clearing his throat he went on. "Anyway....we're going to the amusement park.." my jaw drops.

"What?" I drawl.

"Amu-se-ment....pa-rk" he says, breaking the words like I was mentally slow. I glare at him.

"I have a free day today, I'll be in disguise and since it is a weekday, there won't be a crowd...its perfect."

"What I mean is, why are you taking me?"

"Look, I said some ... hurtful things...that I didn't mean, I mean.... you're a pest and annoying and you have no idea what the word privacy means (he stopped his list here when he caught the glare I was giving him) but...I don't hate you. I'm trying to give you a fun day out as a sort of apology"

"You do realise I'm a ghost right?" He nods "you also realise that I wouldn't be able to ride stuff like the roller coaster?"

"Yeah you would, I've seen you do it before, you concentrate and you don't sink through solid objects. Besides that, you also find me solid even without concentration. I think I'll be able to prevent it, but if worst comes to worst, you can sit on my lap"  again my jaw drops. Even lower,  if that was even possible.

     Why was he suddenly taking me to an amusement park? It flattered me that he really did feel so bad for saying he hated me. Well, I suppose it would be an interesting experience to ride a roller coaster as a ghost. A grin stretched on my face and I nodded.

******

     Heath had been right to assume that the park would be less crowded, today being a weekday. Heath ordered one ticket for himself and informed me that one good thing about taking out a ghost was that he had to spend less, I mouthed 'stingy' but let it go.

    The park was beautiful, there were so many exotic rides. A fairytale merrigoround with hanging fairy figurines and unicorns and a Cinderella carriage and even a large glass slipper that could seat two. There was a huge ferris wheel, with more modernised glass compartments, I decided that I'd like to ride that while the sun was setting. A roller coaster with many complicated twists and turns that caused the riders to scream in mingled fear and delight. And a haunted house that I vowed not to venture into but it was stupid really, I was a ghost...that was the base of all horror and yet I was afraid of a haunted house!

    Heath took my hand, snapping me out of my trance. The gentleness of the gesture took me by surprise and without thinking I entangled my fingers in his. Miraculously he didn't pull away but just led me to the roller coaster.

    It was a bright sunny day, there were a few families and a considerable amount of noise but not enough to really disturb us but just enough to assure us that we weren't alone. The man at the counter had a name board stuck on 'Mr.Robert' it read in bright green. Stumply built with greying hair untidily stuffed under a cap. He was wearing a baseball jacket over his park shirt. He looked like the sort of person that J.K Rowling would describe as a muggle, right down to the last bit of unshaved skin on his face. Curiosity rose in those light eyes as he looked at Heath, it must've been funny to see someone alone in an amusement park, specially on a weekday.
      Heath brushed Mr. Robert's glances aside and smiled at the gentleman. "Two seats please" he asked. Mr.Robert's again looked inquisitively at Heath.

"One ticket coming up!" He said, looking round Heath as if expecting to see a companion, seeing none, he assumed Heath had just ordered absentmindedly.
" Two." Heath said, a little more firmly. Mr. Robert's gave him a questioning glance and then something like realisation dawned on him.
"Look...I know it's hard, but if she's gone...she's gone, there's no use pretending she's still here and ordering two tickets" he told Heath sympathically. Heath, for his part, looked astounded. I forced myself not to giggle. Poor Mr.Roberts thought that Heath's girlfriend had broken up with him and he was ordering two tickets to pretend she was still there.
" Thank you, but I'll take the two" Heath said again, putting up a very forced smile. Mr. Robert's looked pityingly at Heath and nodded, not noticing Heath's 'smile'.
"Whatever makes you feel better son, I've seen a lot of the kids do it, just don't pretend for long..." saying this he handed over the two tickets, now Heath put up a very sad smile and thanked the man, obviously trying to act the part.

"Do I really seem like the kind to get dumped?!" Heath exclaims at me furiously. I grin "no, you don't. You look like the type who'd do the dumping" I reply. He glares at me and I shrug.
" If that guy talks then everyone gonna think the rock star got dumped" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Did you and I just see the same person? Trust me, he's not the type to gossip and even if he does, I doubt he knows you. He's for more.....olden day music....like Jim Reeves, not that I have anything against Jim Reeves.."

     Heath shrugged it off then."I didn't know you were a music type" he stated. "I...-...it's weird, why do I remember stuff like that but don't remember stuff like who my parents were"
He then took my hand again and gave it a squeeze. "If you were meant to go without your memories forever then you won't even have flashbacks. Give it some time...they'll come back"
I smiled at him, and he looked shocked. Averting his eyes, it seemed like he was shocked that he'd said something remotely nice.

    We settle in the ride and a whistle goes off. The ride then automatically brings down the safety belts. Mine, of course, goes right through me. Concentrating hard, I force it to hold me in place until I can feel the solid. Heath stretches his arm in front of me and holds on tigthly to the my armrest on the seat. Then he uses his other hand to grip his own armrest. So he forms a sort of protective belt around me, it was probably uncomfortable but he holds on tight anyway.

            A whirring sound starts up and the ride starts moving. Slowly, it climbs up the first peak, my hair flows backward with even more gusto than usual. Quickly, I look around, it's beautiful. Like I was on the top of the world. The people rushing about below seem like figures in a toy house. Serene, peaceful, beautiful. These words describe it well. We linger at the first peak for a few seconds before suddenly plummenting down. I screamed in delight as my stomach did nervous flip flops and I was forced forwards, Heath's hand held me in place luckily, I couldn't hold my concentration when I was plummenting down the steep drop and screaming! Then suddenly it was calm and a shorter climb began. This time I prepared myself for the steep drop but still, my belly did nervous flip flops spreading the delicious tingle through my body. I screamed again and again until I was hoarse, but it wasn't just the adrenaline from the ride. I was scared and frustrated and stressed and trapped when I became a ghost.....and all those feelings were building up in my body and there was no outlet. I screamed....because finally I could, because I couldn't take it anymore, because it reduced the weight on my chest, because....somehow it relieved....to be able to scream at the top of my lungs.

      I grinned, and it was the first carefree grin in ages. Heath was laughing too and I realised it was the first time I'd ever seen him laugh for more than a minute. He caught me looking at him and again I found myself unable to tear my eyes off his. We were both grinning like idiots and staring at each other as if.....as if we were the only two people in the world. Heath didn't break my gaze until the end of the ride, when Mr. Roberts came by and gave him a fatherly pat on the back. Then he jumped out of the carriage and making sure no one was looking, he quickly offered me his hand, to help me out of the ride.

     Next we rode the merrigoround, thankfully, we didn't have any reactions like Mr.Roberts because Heath paid for his own ticket and we picked a unicorn(Heath) and a Pegasus(me). Since there weren't many customers there were many animals without riders so it was no problem. The merrigoround spun faster and faster and I grinned in delight. I caught Heath looking at me but I allowed him to keep looking without meeting his eyes. I steered clear of the haunted house and couldn't explore the 3D camp (how would you explain a pair of 3D glasses flying in mid air? That is, assuming I could touch them).

       After several experiences that I enjoyed, we finally got to the ferris wheel, the sun would be setting soon, setting the sky on fire. Heath ordered one whole compartment all to ourselves and the booth girl was apparently an Arrow fan. She promised Heath an extra long ride if he'd take a picture with her, which he did. I stood away gazing at nothing while Heath got his ticket. In a moment I realised what I'd been looking at, it was the one place we'd avoided....the one place Heath had avoided....for me.

********

       As promised, the girl made sure the ferris wheel stayed up for a longer time than usual. And she'd also kindly arranged for our compartment to be the top most. Well not our, she probably thought only of Heath and if she knew another girl was accompanying him, even a dead one, I'm quite sure she wouldn't have been as kind. "It's starting" Heath said, inclining his head to the glass panes behind me. I sat up immediately and moved quickly to face the window. My open back dress stretched uncomfortably so I had to turn back fast to set the dress in a more comfortable manner. That's when I caught Heath looking at me, with an intensity I'd never seen in his eyes before. It was gone in a moment, though he seemed to struggle to get rid of it.

   Ignoring it, I turned back to the 'window'. Heath came to stand beside me, momentarily unbalancing the compartment. The sunset was beautiful....exotic....and any other word you can think of to describe a fairytale's picture. The earlier pink sky started to fade away and the blue parts began to go from pink to orange. The pure white clouds began to turn into a flaming orange. Two clouds that had been covering the sun, began to glow before disappearing. The sun for it's part, then claimed the stage. The glowing orang spread throughout the entire sky and the orange blob began to sink. While being so high up, it felt like we were right in a the sky, right in the middle of this delicious flaming sea.

     As the sun sunk below the horizon and we bent to see it go. Then, just like a black sheet, parts of the sky became a dark blue. The blue kept spreading, like someone had been dragging a paintbrush across the sky. Soon the whole sky became dark and the first few twinkling stars came out. Then Heath took my hand and pulled me towards the other window. This one gave us a clear view of the city. The first lights began coming on in the dark city. And one by one, every inch of the city was covered in sparkling jewel like lights. Looking up at the sky, I saw that the stars had increased in number and were twinkling merrily down at me. It was like magic.....like the magic I've read about in Harry Potter books. It really felt like several wizards and witches had waved their wands and given us this show.

    I realised, Heath was still holding my hand. Though the grip was so gentle, you could hardly tell, but it was there. A warm gentle caressing grip. I liked the feeling of it, so I pretended not to act like I felt it. I brought my eyes to Heath's and smiled at him.

"That was exquisite!" I exclaimed happily. He nodded in agreement. After an afterthought, I added a "thank you" to him. I think he deserved it. He probably gave me the best time of my death today. Even if he did it as an apology, I didn't care. He did it.....that's what's important...
   not his reasons.

"For what?" He asked me "this was an apology trip"

"This was a trip....no matter what the reason was...so thank you" he grinned at me. Then I did something that amazed me. I hugged him. "There's another thing...." I whispered "today....you, intentionally, steered me away from the food stalls, and you didn't eat anything either. I appreciate it, it made me forget.....it made me feel like I was alive" Heath didn't respond but he gently draped his hands around me and buried his head in my neck. So I think that meant that I was right...

********

    I was seated on a park bench. Heath and I sat there and talked about everything we could think of. We were laughing and teasing each other happily. I forced Heath to go get himself something to eat and he caved in finally. I sat there and stared into the sky. People were starting to file into the park, now that the offices had closed for the day. Heath had had to put on his disguise, a group of young girls had been eyeing him suspiciously. I smelled the sweet potatoes and I got up fast when I saw Heath. We'd decided to take the food to go. He grinned at me when he saw me. And that caused butterflies to start up in my stomach.

    I jogged towards him, and had to stagger backwards as someone bumped into me. Wait a minute.....bumped....? I'm a ghost...how could someone bump into me? But I'd definetly felt the contact. I ran through another person to test the theory....if I'd become solid again...I hadn't. Then that would mean.....oh my god! Hastily I looked around. That person who bumped into me.....that person.....I must've known him! He may be another clue! Desperately  I searched. I felt tears of frustration build up. My one clue....what if I'd lost him?! Then....I spotted him.

"What's wrong?" Heath asked me, looking startled.

My eyes were now looking wild "that person" I pointed at him, who was disappearing into the distance, "I felt him.....he was....I was.....solid!"