Soulmate

9l Ghost with amnesia

“You will?!” He exclaimed, looking ecstatic.

“Yes,” I growled. “Now out!” I pointed towards the door.

“Ok.” He backed away, putting his hands in surrender. Before leaving the bathroom, he turned his head and winked. “By the way, you’ve got a stunning body.”

My eyes widened at his statement. I grabbed my shampoo bottle and threw it at him, but he passed through the door in time and the bottle hit the door with a thud. I heard him laughing outside.

A**hole.

I wrapped the towel over my body and stepped out of the shower. I glanced at the mirror and saw my face was red.

F**k! Why does he have so much effect on me?!

I changed into my black sleeveless top with grey sweatpants and went to my room to see Finlay grinning at me.

“Pervert,” I muttered, drying my hair.

“You can’t blame a guy for praising a beauty.” He gave me a toothy grin.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the smile that was threatening to come. “You’re a cheeky ghost, you know that.” I fake glared.

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile. “Now... what?”

“I’ve seen in movies that when people are murdered or when they die but have some unfinished business, they turn into a ghost and roam on earth but you..." I pointed at him. “Are not dead... Yet.” He narrowed his eyes but I ignored him and continued. “Now I have to figure a way to put you back into your body.”

“How-“

“For that, I’ve got to do some research, which will not be easy.” He nodded his head. “It’s going to take some time, so how about you do..." I waved my hands. “Whatever a ghost does till I come up with something.” I plastered a smile on my face.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m not going anywhere, because I don’t have anyone-“

“Go to your girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure she’ll see you too.”

“I have a girlfriend?” I gawked at him.

“The blondie... The girl at the club you were with...” I tried to jog his memories.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“What?”

“I told you before, I remember nothing.”

My jaw dropped as I stared at him in disbelief. “And you expect me to help a ghost with amnesia?!” I screamed.

“It’s not my fault.” He mumbled.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” I folded my arms and watched him as he scratched his head.

“I saw my body on the ground-“

“You don’t remember your family? Friends?...”

“Naw.” Groaning, I went to my laptop and opened Google. “What are you doing?”

“Googling you,” I answered and type his name in the search bar. “The only thing I know about you is your name, and in order to help you, I have to know more about you.”

“That’s a great idea!” He beamed. “I want to know about me, too.”

I rolled my eyes and search on the screen but nothing related to Finlay came up except the accident news. I frowned and searched Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter, but nothing came.