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Week 8; Thursday night; Faize
Apr. 5th, 2016 06:15 pm[ It's... still something to adjust to, the first time she'd stood in front of the door and raised her hand to knock, and it had gone right through it. Being a ghost isn't a simple matter, and while she's grateful that it means she isn't completely gone from everything, it's also made certain things difficult.
She needs to talk to Faize, as best as she can, she knows that. But first, she needs to know what she can do like this. So the first few days are spent practicing in places where people won't be weirded out by floating pebbles and the like. And still, it doesn't feel as though she's entirely gotten the hang of it, and she's still so exhausted after every effort... but seeing Faize in front of her makeshift grave marker decides her.
So this time, instead of standing anxiously in front of his door and talking herself out of it, out of fear of catching him in a private moment, she walks right through it.
There has to be a way to reach him. ]
She needs to talk to Faize, as best as she can, she knows that. But first, she needs to know what she can do like this. So the first few days are spent practicing in places where people won't be weirded out by floating pebbles and the like. And still, it doesn't feel as though she's entirely gotten the hang of it, and she's still so exhausted after every effort... but seeing Faize in front of her makeshift grave marker decides her.
So this time, instead of standing anxiously in front of his door and talking herself out of it, out of fear of catching him in a private moment, she walks right through it.
There has to be a way to reach him. ]
