As Roman finished sharing stories about his mom, he felt a lump form in his throat. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed talking about her, sharing those memories with someone.
Eve's gentle smile and listening ear had brought up emotions he'd kept bottled up for a long time. Roman felt a pang of vulnerability, unsure of how to process these feelings.
He stood up, turning away from Eve to hide his expression. "I think I need some fresh air," he said, his voice a little rough.
Eve nodded understandingly. Of course, she didn't understand. Did spirits need air? "Okay, I'll go with you."
Roman shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'll just...step outside for a minute."
As Roman walked out into the night air, he felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He hadn't expected to open up to Eve like that, to share those personal moments with her.
The cool breeze helped calm his emotions, but Roman couldn't shake the feeling that he'd revealed too much. He wasn't sure how to navigate these newfound feelings, or what they meant for his relationship with Eve.
As he stood there, Roman felt a sense of uncertainty wash over him. He wasn't used to feeling this way, and it made him uncomfortable.
Deciding to see what his cousin was doing, Roman appeared beside Lucas, his ghostly form undetected by the others in the room. Lucas was laughing and clinking glasses with a group of friends, completely unaware of Roman's presence.
Roman's eyes narrowed as he watched Lucas. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Roman's voice was barely audible, but his anger and disgust were palpable.
Lucas continued to laugh and joke with his friends, oblivious to Roman's presence. Roman's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. "You're going to pay for what you've done, Lucas. You think you can escape me? Think again."
As Roman's anger grew, his form began to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. But only Eve, if she were present, would have been able to see him.
Meanwhile, Lucas continued to revel with his friends, completely unaware of the danger lurking beside him. Roman's promise hung in the air, a silent threat that only he knew would be fulfilled.
Leaving Lucas alone, Roman's ghostly form materialized outside Eve's house, his eyes fixed on the window of her bedroom. He knew she was sleeping, and he didn't want to disturb her. Without making a sound, he floated into the room, his gaze drawn to Eve's peaceful form.
As he watched her sleep, Roman's expression softened, and a gentle smile played on his lips. He felt a deep sense of calm wash over him, just being near her. Roman's eyes roamed over Eve's face, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
For a moment, Roman forgot about his troubles, his anger towards Lucas, and his own uncertain fate. All that mattered was the quiet peacefulness of the moment, with Eve safe and sound in her bed.
Roman's gaze lingered on Eve's face, and he felt a pang of affection. He didn't know what the future held, but in this moment, he was content to simply be near her.
As Roman watched Eve sleep, he felt a sense of confusion wash over him. What were these feelings he had for her? He'd been drawn to her from the start, but he'd written it off as gratitude for her ability to see him. Now, he wasn't so sure.
Roman's gaze lingered on Eve's peaceful form, and he felt a pang in his chest. Could spirits fall in love? He'd never heard of such a thing. But what if it was possible? What if he was actually developing feelings for Eve beyond mere gratitude?
Roman's thoughts swirled with uncertainty. Was he truly feeling something for Eve, or was he just using her because she was his only hope for waking up? He didn't know, and the uncertainty was maddening.
As he stood there, Roman debated with himself. He'd always been a man of action, of clear goals and motivations. But now, he was faced with emotions he couldn't quite understand.
Roman's eyes narrowed as he watched Eve. He needed to be honest with himself. Was he using Eve, or did he genuinely care for her? The answer, he realized, wasn't as clear-cut as he'd like. Maybe it was a mix of both. Maybe he'd started out using her, but now...now he wasn't so sure.
The more Roman thought about it, the more he realized he needed to confront these feelings head-on. But how could he, when he didn't even know what they meant?
Roman's thoughts wandered to the future, to the possibility of waking up and seeing Eve in the flesh. How would he react? Would she even recognize him? And what about her reaction to seeing him alive and breathing?
Roman's gaze lingered on Eve's sleeping form as he pondered these questions. He wondered if he'd even recognize her, if she'd be different in his eyes when he was alive.
But as he looked at her, Roman knew the answer. Of course, he'd recognize her. Those brown, innocent eyes had affected him in ways he couldn't understand, even in death. He'd know her anywhere.
Roman's thoughts trailed off, and he muttered to himself, "What a troublesome woman." But there was a hint of affection in his voice, a sense that he was already tangled up in Eve's life in ways he'd yet to fully understand.