Nothing Can Keep Us Apart

Chapter Four: She's Hiding Something

After the flashback, I came back to reality with a gasp, and I clung to Chris tighter. He was the only one that could see me, the only one that could feel me. And I loved him so much. I began to cry into his shoulder, and he rubbed my back, just like he had that day before I left two years ago. I hadn't told him I was dead. I was afraid of what he would do. Yesterday I chickened out and deleted all my social networking accounts that I had made just to talk to him. I couldn't talk to him then, I was too nervous. So I had broke myself away from him, and waited anxiously for him to get here. I had found this abandoned house, and it did all I needed it to. I had a toothbrush, and for a shower I just boiled water from the stream out back. I didn't have to eat, but the bed allowed me to sleep. So I could live here. Of course, I had to go to the neighbors house and get their wi-fi password to talk to Chris, but they didn't notice me when I walked in. Of course they couldn't. I was dead. It was such a depressing fact. I had stayed behind on earth so I didn't break my promise. And I was never going to break my promise to him. But I still wasn't going to tell him. I was afraid he would look at me with disgust. And then he would leave. And I never wanted him to leave.

"April." He said in that husky voice of his. I pulled away and looked at him.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"You still love me?" He asked with a half-smile. I smiled in return.

"You know I still love you." I whispered.

"It's been a long time. You look different." He commented. I nodded and looked away. Yes, I did look different. Usually after we were dead we didn't age, but I had chosen to. I wanted to age with Chris. Of course I would never "re-die" or something, so I would be forced to stop aging once I turned 100. But I didn't plan on aging that long. Just as old as Chris...

"Baby, it was hard to find you." Chris said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You deleted everything, and none of the neighbors knew you. The police said you never had records here." He said.

"Oh. Then t-they were mistaken." I said.

"The police station usually isn't mistaken..." He said.

"Chris, I don't really feel comfortable talking about it. Can I tell you later?" I asked hopefully.

"But we used to tell each other everything." He said softly.

"Chris, I-I just can't say this yet." I said.

"Are you keeping something from me?" He asked suddenly.

"Wha-? No! No, of c-course not." I said, my eyes wide. He could see right through me!

"You are, aren't you?" He asked. I saw pain in his eyes, pain that I didn't understand.

"Chris what's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Is there someone else?" He whispered, his eyes flickering up to meet mine.

"No! You know there's no one else! Don't even think that!" I said hurriedly, taking his hand in mine.

"Then what about your parents? Where are they?" He asked.

I couldn't help it. My eyes filled with tears.

"What? What's wrong?" Chris asked, wiping away my tears.

"It has something to do with the first question you asked me, and like I said, I can't answer that yet." I said, my throat thick with tears on the way.

"So you ARE keeping something from me." He said.

"Yes. I-I am, Chris. But, you just need to trust me on this. I WILL tell you, as soon as I'm ready. I promise." I said, my eyes staring into his. His eyes softened when I promised him that I would tell him. I never broke a promise. That's why I was here right now. And I didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon. Now I just needed to figure out how to tell him.