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clothes.
     
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    KRISTIAN
     
    I tip-toe across the cold wood floor to the living area to search through my stacked up boxes. If I were smart, I would have got my work clothes out yesterday before falling asleep in my dirty jeans and T-shirt. I pull one smaller box from a stack near the kitchen and rip the tape open. The early morning light is just enough to see by.
    I feel a little light headed; I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if Jessica is really here. I hold my hand to my head as I lean over and pull a pair of pants and a button up shirt from the box and walk back to my room. Maybe I’ve gone crazy.
    Dropping the clothes on the bed, I reach down to unbutton my jeans and pause. “Jess?” I ask the empty room, feeling stupid.
    A soft giggle echoes around me. “Yes, Kristian?”
    I can feel the heat radiating up my face. “Could you maybe wait in the other room while I get dressed?”
    “I suppose.” Her voice echoes softly. I can almost feel her leave the room. I shake my head and frown. This is beyond impossible. I don’t believe in ghosts.
    I dig through another box looking for my messenger bag. It can’t have gotten far; I thought I put it in the top of one of the other boxes. The stack of boxes beside me teeters to the side and falls, scattering all of my belongings across the floor. I growl out a curse under my breath and glare down at my stupid messenger bag lying on top of the mess.
    Taking a deep, calming breath, I throw the bag over my shoulder and walk to the front door. I pause just before turning the knob and glance around the room. Jessica suddenly materializes in front of me, her hand on my face, and a cheeky smirk on her lips. “Looking for me?”
    I reach up slowly and run my fingers over her soft cheek and into her silky golden hair. She closes her eyes with a sigh and leans toward me. I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming, I mean, she’s dead, and it’s not possible for her to be here. However, I also don’t want to lose her again; I’m not ready to let her go. “I’ll see you when I get home then?” I choke out the words, my voice cracking. She opens her gorgeous deep blue eyes and nods, pulling her hand away from my jaw. She dissolves into nothingness. I can still feel her in the room with me.
    Exhaling a shaky breath, I nod to myself and exit the apartment, locking the door behind me. The air is frigid and windy out on the street, I should have brought a jacket. As I walk briskly to the news station, my breath comes out as white fog in front of me.
    I wonder if Jess really will be at my apartment when I return. This feels like some sort of sick joke from the universe, as if its shoving my pain in my face and saying ‘Here, have a mouthful of this before I snatch it all away again,’ and then laughing at my suffering.
    I pause across the street from the news station to gather my thoughts and pull myself back together. I need this job. I want this job.
    The heat must be turned on inside Channel 8’s reception foyer; I uncross my shivering arms from my cold chest and adjust my bag. Standing just inside the doorway, I lift my head, gazing up in awe at the enormous canvas pictures hung up on the walls. Some of them are news anchors, smiling and professional looking; others are scenes from local tragedies or triumphs, a horrific fire, a sports person clinging to a trophy. It’s somewhat stunning, really.
    A small woman with dark brown hair and glasses pushes past me roughly, smirking over her shoulder as she makes her way to the front desk. I shake my head. Some people are just rude.
    I make my way over to the front desk and stand away from her as I wait for the reception clerk to get my I.D. badge ready.
    More interns arrive and we all mill about as a group in front of the flustered clerk’s desk as she fumbles with papers and clip-on badges. The rude brunette shuffles through the crowd toward me, I try my hardest not to groan loudly at her as she comes to a stop beside