Marko listened as she began and blinked in confusion. She was but was not human? He looked at her and just waited. Certain she would explain. No sooner had the thought come to his mind then she began explaining. He looked at her thoughtfully. Hellâ€™s portal? What an odd thing to be. It was puzzling but apparently it was quite powerful and meant a lot. He continued to listen as she continued to explain to him. He listened as she spoke about grim reapers and her job to guide souls to the grim reapers. Than about the netherlands that was where she had to take souls. Then she had to go and mention ghosts. Wait. GHOSTS?! Ah...crap. Why? Why did she have to go and say ghosts? He was freaking out inside. He couldnâ€™t tell her he was a freak. He didnâ€™t view her as a freak. He just knew he saw things he wasnâ€™t supposed to see. Ghosts. Strange looking beings he heard a ghost say were demons. He hated it. He didnâ€™t want it. He wanted the ability to go away. In fact he tried very hard to pretend it wasnâ€™t there. To pretend he didnâ€™t see things normal humans werenâ€™t supposed to see.<br/><br/>It was part of what led to such great depression. His own mother hadnâ€™t believed him. His father would have but his mother told him he was a freak. Told him he was lying. That he was making things up and needed to quit it. He couldnâ€™t quit it. If he could just make it all stop. Just make those things go away and stay away he would. He closed his eyes for a minute. She wouldnâ€™t understand. Nobody understood. He would continue to pretend it didnâ€™t exist. Continue to pretend he was normal. This acting added to his depression. Nobody believed him. He wasnâ€™t sure he even wanted to mention it. So for now he would keep it a secret. He just continued to listen to her as she spoke. Opening his eyes and looked at her.<br/><br/>Her next words brought back the sense of happiness that she had once caused him. That sense of happiness within the depression that only she could bring him. He loved her deeply and was relieved to hear she hadnâ€™t stopped loving him. Then she explained why she left him and the smile that built faded some. She was worried he would die because she was near? He had had so many close encounters with death it wasnâ€™t even funny. Sure a lot of them had started when she came into his life but he didnâ€™t care. He loved her and would never stop loving her. â€œI believe you Shawna. Iâ€™m...Iâ€™m happy you didnâ€™t stop loving me. I love you so much. You mean so much to me.â€ Yet he couldnâ€™t tell her about the ghosts and demons. He couldnâ€™t bring himself to tell her about what made him a freak. What made him supposably crazy. His mother verbally beat it into him that he was just crazy. That he was a liar and crazy. He didnâ€™t want Shawna to think that about him. She was all he had. She was his world. His sunshine. His love. She filled him with purpose to keep going.<br/><br/>How could he tell her about something he pretended didnâ€™t exist? He tried to pretend he didnâ€™t see those things. He acted like he couldnâ€™t hear them. Like he was oblivious to their existance. It didnâ€™t always work but he pretended it well. He could never convince himself of it though. He looked at her and sighed a bit. â€œSo what do we do now? I am going to stay by your side no matter what. I love you and you are my world. You mean a lot to me. I want to help you however I can.â€