12. Not easy, I know
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Layla sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time since they had left the café, but it was only her fifth sigh — Isla was counting of course.
Isla turned her head slightly, staring at the girl tightly and warmly wrapped up in her coat that she forced Isla to 'lend' her — that Isla damn well knew she would have to struggle to get it back — Layla had her arms crossed taking warmth in the other layer of the coat, just under her armpits.
As the pockets to the coat were preoccupied by Eda's hands. She wasn't going to let Layla enjoy this moment alone, a rare occasion that Eda called biased because it definitely was — she knew Isla longer but she had never offered her jacket, even if she shivered for hours.
But the heavens would be damned, burnt to a crisp if she would—could—ever let Layla freeze to death in this 'cold' night. Just because the girl felt a slight breeze as they left the café, no thoughts needed and Isla was striped of her coat willingly — is Eda did that she would have been sent flying like a true ghost she was.
Corruption Eda called out and like a true citizen fighting for equality, Eda wrapped her arms around Layla her hands slipping into the coat. They had found it hard to walk and of course Isla trying tossing Eda off Layla, who continuously told her it was fine and they'd figure it out — which they did, a rhythm of some sort. When Layla took a step forward with her right leg, Eda's would soon follow.
Isla thought they looked ridiculous but it was kind of wholesome to see Layla willingly doing this, embarrassing herself mostly when Eda found it hard picking up the tempo — she earned a mouth full from her and to everyone else Layla seemed crazy, and of course Isla walked ahead of them claiming not to know the woman behind her who she had carried her bag for her.
Layla had sighed again grabbing Isla's attention, bring her back from her short lived daydream.
"Is it not warm enough?" Isla asked. Adjusting the bag strap on her shoulder she turned her eyes back on the girl, she looked quite adorable she had to admit — normally on Isla it stopped by her knee and her being taller, the coat stopped right below her knees — half way through her shins.
"It's warm enough." Layla was quick to reply, raising her right shoulder a bit she shook the weight of Eda's head. "Isn't that right Eda?" The ghost hummed then turned her head towards Isla wiggling her eyebrows, before her face was turned away resting really close to the girl's neck.
Eda knew Isla's tight grip on the bag wasn't to let it slip, well not the bag but her hand slipping and choking her to death — as dead as she could be. She was only safe because well, she glued herself to Layla and Layla was here.
"Then what is it?" She asked trying her best to ignore the leech on Layla right now, Isla knew Eda was thanking Layla repeatedly in her head — she knew she was as good as gone when Layla detached herself.
"Do I have to give it back?"
There it was, Isla knew the possibility of getting her coat back was very slim as that of Eda living through today, it wasn't like she was alive anyway but still.
"I lent it to you. The moment you're in your apartment I'm ripping it off you, if I have to." Isla said seriously that Layla believed her, Eda scoffed like hell she could — what a joke.
"Liar." Eda whispered loud enough for Isla to hear, she intended on her hearing in fact she knew the girl was bluffing — she would let herself walk down the street at night, in this chilly weather in just a thin dress shirt and pants without complaining — she wasn't doing none of that.
Layla giggled, "Thank you for the coat. I didn't have to spend a penny on this addition to my closet."
"I didn't give it to you." Isla mumbled turning her gaze to the nearly empty street before them.
Isla sighed as she picked up a stench with the breeze, anytime but this one would have been quite lovely.
"Eda can you take her home." Isla asked halting her steps, soon Layla did as well turning back to stare at the girl.
"Something came up?" Layla asked staring at Isla who agreed with a nod. Layla suspiciously stared at Isla, she hadn't gotten a phone call — she didn't even think the girl had a phone.
"How exactly do you know 'something came up'?” she questioned taking a step forward, Isla placed the bag strap over her head before taking one step back.
"I just know." She mumbled then her attention fell on Eda, she was glaring at the ghost — she should have been gone by now, Eda sheepishly smile, her arms wrapped around Layla preventing her fro taking a step forward towards Isla and escaping.
Just like that, Isla was glaring into nothing, the two were gone but no before Isla heard Layla shout 'unhand me ghost', a small smile creeped it's way on her lips — but it left as soon as it came, the stench growing stronger.
Isla gripped the dagger as she walked towards the direction of the smell, cries for help fading as the victim was slowly loosing their will power — Isla gritted her teeth at the sight before her, her grip tightening around her dagger.
"You're okay." Isla cooled the young woman. Her hands immediately went around Isla's body trying to find comfort — all Isla could do pat her back as she stared at her body laying on the ground in front of her, and not far off the burning flesh.
Tonight she'd have to do two shifts.
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