<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Caillen felt guilty for asking Eric about his experience as a ghost. He was obviously depressed, more so than Caillen had been since he'd been gone. She gingerly placed a hand on Eric's shoulder as an attempt to comfort him. "I miss you too. I'm sorry I asked about being a ghost, that was insensitive of me. I'm sure you're still trying to get used to it, given you don't seem sure of anything right now. Here." She offered him a Japaleno chip from the now opened bag in her drawer. "See if you can nibble on that. It's not stale, promise, and don't take a big bite. I don't know if ghosts can eat either, and we don't know what would happen if you couldn't."<br/>
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She shifted down into her bed and sighed, the awkwardness palpable, but somewhat tolerable. "You can look at me, you know," Caillen murmured, fiddling with her necklace. "It feels weird when you're not. We used to stare at each other all the time until one of us started laughing because we couldn't take it anymore. Usually, you won. Maybe you want to see your room? Mom and dad wanted to clean it out, sell your stuff, and use your room for storage but um, I persuaded them not to. They haven't touched your room since the accident. I'm the only one that goes in there now." Her voice cracked a bit and she forced herself to not cry, to stay strong. <br/>
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"I guess I'm kind of lucky to see you right now. I really miss you a lot, Eric. I miss lots of things. Your hair is silver now and your eyes aren't blue anymore, but you're here, and for some abnormal reason, we can touch each other. That's more than I could ask for."<br/>
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Caillen sat up, a small smile on her lips. "Is it okay if I hug you? I know it's kind of weird to ask but... I really want a hug from my brother."<br/>
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When Eric obliged, Caillen moved forward and held her brother for some time, chatting about all the fun times they'd had together, all the times she'd teased him about the girls at his school, and he with his overprotective nature whenever a guy came along and tried to hit on her. Her relationship with her brother had helped her get by in the conservative nature of the Reyne household. They could always count on each other to be there whenever they needed it. Caillen buried her face in his neck, a strange, satisfying feeling arousing within her. It wasn't so weird that he was dead; In fact, it was strangely comforting in a way. <br/>
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"I wasn't always the good girl mom and dad wanted me to be and I think they still hate me for making their lives harder. It's been even harder without you," she told Eric and bit her lip, fingers beginning to trace the scars on his chest. "I haven't been able to sleep and I'll be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you since you, well, you know. Died. I can say I’m at least somewhat happy to see you. Do you remember anything of what happened?"  <br/>
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