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Chapter 2
That night, sleep was impossible. The excitement humming beneath Leo's skin had nothing to do with the move and everything to do with the silent attic above his head.

He lay in bed until the house went quiet, listening to the soft snores coming from his parents' room. At 1:00 AM, he slipped out of his covers, pulled on a hoodie, and crept back to the corner of his bedroom ceiling.

He pulled the cord, the stairs deploying with a controlled groan. He climbed them quickly this time, less tentative and more determined. He swung himself into the dim space, guided only by a pale slice of moonlight coming through the grime-caked skylight.

Arthur was already there, leaning against the same support beam, a faint, silvery glow the only proof of his presence in the dark.

"I figured you'd be back," Arthur said, his voice a quiet presence in the stillness. "Couldn't stay away?"

"You could say that," Leo whispered, closing the attic stairs behind him to muffle the sound. He pulled his hoodie tighter around himself, not just from the chill, but from the proximity of the ghost. "It's late. What do you do when it's this dark?"

"I watch the stars," Arthur said simply, gesturing towards the skylight. "Can't do much else."

Leo moved closer to stand beside him, careful to give him space. They looked up at the glass panel together.

"Must be boring," Leo murmured.
"It was," Arthur agreed. He turned his head to look at Leo, his expression shifting in the pale light. "Until you moved in."

The silence stretched, charged with the same tension from earlier, but deeper now in the quiet of the night. Leo felt a blush rise again, grateful for the darkness that might hide it.

"I want to know what happened," Leo said, changing the subject, needing to focus the conversation. "You said you died here. How?"

Arthur pushed off the beam, floating a few inches off the floor as he paced the short length of the attic. The question seemed to sober him, chasing away the playful flirtation.

"It wasn't a mystery," Arthur said, a somber note entering his voice. "Just a stupid accident. I climbed the ladder, the rung snapped. I hit my head hard on that beam right there." He pointed a translucent finger. "Lights out. The weird part is, I didn't see a light, or a tunnel, or anything. I just... woke up, and everyone was gone, and I couldn't leave the house."

He stopped his pacing and looked at Leo with a profound sense of isolation.

"I've been here ever since. Watching families move

in, change the wallpaper, argue about the sofa. And then they leave, and I stay."

Leo felt a wave of profound sympathy for Arthur. Thirty years of silence and solitude.

"That's awful," Leo said honestly. He reached out instinctively, wanting to offer comfort, stopping his hand inches from Arthur’s shimmering arm. The air between their hands sparked, an odd static electricity making the fine hairs on Leo's arm stand up.

Arthur watched the movement of Leo's hand, his blue eyes fixed on him in the gloom.

"Careful," Arthur whispered, a new, intense emotion in his tone. "Touching the merchandise might break it."

"I..." Leo didn't know how to finish that sentence. "Can we even... touch?"

"I don't know," Arthur admitted, floating a tiny bit closer until the static hum was undeniable, a physical weight in the small space. "No one's ever tried before."
The space between them felt electrified, a silent promise hanging in the cold air. Leo's hand was still hovering, a tentative question mark in the darkness. Arthur’s face, usually masked by boredom or sarcasm, was stripped bare, revealing thirty years of unmet longing.

Leo pushed past his rational mind—the part screaming about physics and death and the impossible—and leaned in slightly, his fingers trembling as he tried to bridge the gap.

"We should find out," Leo breathed, the words barely a whisper.

Arthur didn't move away. Instead, he inclined his head, a silent invitation.

The moment Leo's fingertips brushed against the faint, shimmering blue outline of Arthur's forearm, the world seemed to hold its breath. There was no resistance, no cold shock, but a sudden, intense burst of static energy, like touching a massive Van de Graaff generator.

Leo gasped, pulling his hand back as both of them recoiled from the unexpected sensation. His heart hammered in his chest. It wasn't pain, just presence. A stark, overwhelming confirmation that the impossible was, in fact, real.

"Okay," Arthur said, rubbing his spectral arm with his other hand, looking genuinely surprised. "That was... new."

Leo stared at his hand, then back at Arthur. "We can make contact. Sort of."

"Sort of," Arthur agreed, a slow, breathtaking smile spreading across his face again. He drifted closer this time, intentionally invading Leo's space until they were inches apart. The air around them thrummed with residual energy.

"So, what do we do with this new information, Leo?" Arthur murmured, his eyes fixed on Leo's, the playful energy returnin

g, but deeper and more focused now.

Leo felt dizzy. The reality of his life a few hours ago—moving boxes, dinner arguments, boring suburbia—felt a million miles away. Here, in the dust-filled attic, the only reality was the beautiful, lonely ghost in front of him.

He didn't think about dating logistics or timelines. He thought about the loneliness Arthur had just described, a void stretching back decades. He thought about his own feeling of being an outsider, even in his own life.

"I don't know what the rules are," Leo whispered, looking up into Arthur's eyes, "but I'm pretty sure we just broke the first one."

Arthur laughed, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed through the small space. "Good thing ghosts don't have to worry about rules, then."

The air between them was thick with a new energy, the initial shock giving way to a profound curiosity. Leo kept his hand where it was, flattened against the source of the static, and Arthur remained impossibly close, his eyes fixed on Leo's.

"It's just..." Leo started, trying to find words for the impossible situation. "This shouldn't be happening."

"And yet, here we are," Arthur said, the playful energy returning, but deeper and more focused now. He didn't move away. Instead, he inclined his head, a silent invitation hanging in the cold air.

Leo pushed past his rational mind—the part screaming about physics and death and the impossible—and didn't pull away. He let his fingers wrap around Arthur's spectral arm.

There was no resistance, no cold shock, but a deep, resonant thrum of energy, like touching a massive generator that had just been plugged in. Leo gasped, but this time he didn't pull back. The sensation was overwhelming, a stark confirmation that the impossible was, in fact, real.

"Okay," Arthur said, a note of wonder in his voice as he looked down at Leo's hand wrapped around his arm. "That was... more than 'sort of'."

"We can make contact," Leo confirmed, staring at his hand, then back at Arthur.

Arthur smiled, a slow, breathtaking expression that stripped away thirty years of practiced boredom. He drifted closer still, invading Leo's space until the only reality was the beautiful, lonely ghost in front of him.

"So, what do we do with this new information, Leo?" Arthur murmured, his eyes fixed on Leo's, the proximity and the connection making Leo dizzy.

Leo swallowed, ignoring the mundane life that felt a million miles away. He thought about the decades of loneliness Arthur had just described

the void he seemed to carry.
"I think we just figure it out," Leo breathed, the words barely a whisper.

Although i feel highly conflicted about reading yaoi (i'm straight so you get me right) i do have to say that your way of writing is peak.

The usual beginner mistakes arent made and you did get me into reading the story with the first part.
I think you could write something really peak and mainstream if you wrote fantasy, but what you write is your decision.

The way you use the english language is really good, as in you dont repeat the same words each time making it boring, one of the earlier said beginning mistakes.
Although you should maybe find some synonyms for the word ''energy''.
Dont worry, nothing is flawless, and you are doing pretty good.

Your strength clearly lies in describing stuff, its making me think J.K. Rowling style, I can visualize what you are trying to portray. (albeit its a bit akward, bc you know, straight)

I cant visualize the main character (Leo, not Arthur) though, maybe you could describe him a bit in the next chapter.

Is this your first time writing? you are pretty good at it and you can consider yourself a natural talent if so.

Keep writing, dont know if i can continue reading it because its a bit awkward for me but its interesting to look at your writing in an objective manner.

yeah this is my first time writing
and its okay if it feels awkward for you ^-^
u don't have to keep reading if u don't want to I'll understand

Nah dont worry ill keep reading, i like youre way of writing. might skip the raunchy parts tho hahaha. Tell me if you write something new again!

Or if new chapters come out

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i'm not reading your necro yaoi

then why did you comment 😔

to tell you

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