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Even though the aftermath of the wedding was… well, not a wedding for her best friend at all, it was still quite the event. Baxter and Carol had gotten married, Isaac had realized he needed to find out who he was furthermore, and Flower and Thor had finally said the magic words. Hetty still felt as though her efforts had gone to waste. This was to be one of the best events she had planned since her death, but instead, it had been crashed by Isaac himself. It may have been selfish, but as she watched Carol and Baxter dance together, she felt a tightening in her chest. She was sure, at first, that it was just a sadness that her friend had wasted good money on a wedding for someone else. But as soon as her eyes fell on a certain pantsless ghost across the room, she noticed otherwise. She hadn't even begun to think about how things ended with Trevor, but now that the wedding was off her busy mind, she had a new problem to handle. Trevor, the one ghost she would have never dreamt of ever touching, the one who was too much like the scandalous and low-class men she had known in life, was the only one her blue eyes could fixate on. It was peculiar, very strange, but she couldn't shake the feeling of her dead heart beating under her ribs.
The man who she was staring at was seated in one of the chairs, playing with his tie. Hair fell out of place and into his eyes, making it look like he was under a weeping willow. His brown eyes and those lips that moved ever so nicely against hers were just slightly parted, the way she admired them. She wanted so desperately to glance away, possibly look at someone else like that, but even the sound of a song starting to blast over the speakers couldn't get her to pry her eyes off the half-dressed man. Trevor perked up at the song, looking around with wide eyes. He looked so much like a cute puppy, one she wanted to see smile forever.
Hetty hadn’t even begun to notice it when Trevor got up from his seat, pulled down his shirt, and started to stride toward her. The last few steps he took were slower though, like he had suddenly hesitated. The look on his face could only be described as hopeful. “Nobody asked you to dance yet?” He asked, a furrow in his brow. “... Can I?” Uncertainty was clear in his tone like he didn’t want to overstep his bounds. Hetty broke out of her trance and looked up into his brown eyes, those long lashes of his giving them that subtle romantic look she had seen described in movies and the media. That was a good question he raised though, could he? Could he trust her again? It was just dawning on her how much she had hurt him, and he had picked now to ask her to dance, an activity that might just lead to something else entirely. What even were they? Were they in love? Were they just a fling? Were they two friends, and nothing more? Sentences all ending in question marks circled Hetty’s mind. It took her a while to respond, although she only did so with a simple nod and the grab of his hand.
He led her out into an open area with a gentle grace that hadn't had before their situation had started and placed both his hands on her waist, swaying with her to the music. “I’m sorry.” She suddenly blurted out, not even thinking straight. Trevor gave a puzzled look like he had already forgotten what had happened. This made her heart hurt even more, her throat tightening with the guilt she felt. “I am so very sorry for coming onto Thorfinn. I do not even know what I was thinking. I just wanted to-”
“Escape?” Trevor finished for her. “You try to do that a lot.” He observes, pressing her further against him. “I’m not mad anymore, now that I understand more about you. You’ve been here forever. And with your cause of death…” He paused, looking down at their feet. “I just know better now.”
“But that doesn’t make it right. Trevor, I feel as though I was unfaithful.” She confessed, her lips bending into a frown. Part of her couldn’t believe Trevor was being so kind about this.
“We aren’t in a relationship Hetty. We never said we were exclusive.” He shakes his head, making eye contact with her. “It hurt me, I’ll admit to that. I don’t know exactly why it hurt, but it did. But I’m over it, and I know you’re sorry.”
“I am sorry.” She mutters with a strange amount of force as the music resumes playing. “But that does not solve the problem.”
He blinks and tightens his grip just a tad, not enough to hurt her at all though. Trevor was too careful, he knew to watch his strength, even though Hetty could handle a tighter grip. “What’s our problem then?”
“I do not know what we are, Trevor. Are we just in some,” she pauses, thinking for a moment while gnawing on her lip. “Are we just being lustful? Are we friends? Are we…?” She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. Trevor looks at her and takes one hand off her waist to place under her chin so she is looking at him rather than the floor. Hetty had missed this, the feeling of his warmth on her while they moved together in unison, the comfort and care in all of his little touches. It gave her a feeling that she had felt with no one ever, not even in her life before death. Trevor was unlike anyone, and she knew that. The man in front of her was special, very special. But she couldn’t find the answer, what was he to her?
“I don’t know either…” He whispers, his eyes hooded over. “But I don’t care. We don’t have to put a label on it, that’s not important at all.” He grabs both of her trembling hands and placed them around his neck, she could feel the soft fabric of his suit under her skin, a sensation that strangely calmed her. “Nothing is important, I don’t think. We’re dead, after all. We have nothing to worry about. That’s the beauty of it, I guess. We can take it slow if we need to. I’ll wait, Hetty.” He gives a short, breathy chuckle. “I’ll wait another million lifetimes.”
Hetty kept eye contact, the heat between them obvious again. She was sure the other ghosts were watching them as they slowly danced to the soft guitar. “You’re too good for me…” She says, so quietly he can just barely catch it or the movement of her lips. “I do not deserve you after everything I have put you through. Why haven’t you given up?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side ever so slightly.
“Another thing I don’t know.” He admits, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “But whatever it is, it keeps drawing me toward you. No matter what you do to me, I’ll always come back.” He shoots a quick glance at one of the speakers. “This song is like us.” He says, keeping her moving slowly. “This is my song to you.”
As Hetty started to listen closely to the lyrics, she found herself staring at Trevor, her heart beating in her chest again. “You truly don’t mean that,” she breathed out leisurely. “Do you?” All Trevor did in response was nod, but his expression showed his candor. Hetty’s lips parted. The music slowly speeds up, and as it does, their foreheads touch. Both ghosts closed their eyes, savoring the time they had right now. After all, if Trevor could wait, Hetty would be able to wait patiently and figure out her feelings too.