[ WP ] You possess the rare gift to see and talk to dead people , and have kept this hidden from everyone your entire life , including your spouse . Now your spouse dies and is quite surprised .

Kevin, in his usual sleepless stupor, removed the key from his pocket, unlocked his front door, and stepped in. He placed his stuff on a table by the door, hung his jacket on the coat rack, and walked through her again. She always stood there, waiting for him to come home. She'd say a greeting, and then go sit down. Kevin was her only grasp on the corporeal world. She forgot things occasionally, but nothing about her house, and nothing that would n't come back to her the following day. She would walk around, clean things, do laundry, and play the piano. Kevin was getting a little tired of the people coming to his door, saying they heard Heather playing the piano again, and wondered if Kevin had taken to learning her songs. He always said no, and act very confused, claiming he had n't heard anything. Kevin was a very good actor. 
 
 He moved into the kitchen, made a sandwich, grabbed a soda, and went to listen to Heather play. He picked up his laptop, acted like he was doing work until she finished, and then put it back down before heading upstairs to bed. He changed into some sweatpants, took his shirt off, heard Heather sigh, and climbed into bed. She did the same. It was a daily routine, that almost never changed. 
 
 The following morning, a Saturday, he awoke to find Heather gone. She normally woke up before him on Saturdays. She would make breakfast, work on a song, and then piddle around the house. Kevin, however, did not find her in the kitchen. 
 
 Kevin tilted his head slightly at the missing spirit, wondering where she went. That's when he heard her shout. 
 
 `` Ah! I knew it!'' She shouted, in both glee and anger. `` You CAN see me!'' Kevin exhaled, and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. 
 
 `` Yeah. Maybe if you scream louder the Jones' will hear you.'' He replied. 
 
 `` Do n't you DARE take that tone of voice with me, Kev, or I'll-'' Heather began, coming out from the laundry room. 
 
 `` Or you'll what? You're dead, Heather.'' Kevin shot back. 
 
 `` Nioted. But if you can talk to me, why the hell have n't you?! It's been weeks! I thought you were just blissfully ignorant! I made my peace with that, but then I saw that you were n't actually doing anything when I played. And you always magically finished doing whatever work you had when I finished my songs. I thought something was up. And now I know for certain.'' 
 
 `` Yeah,'grats. Can I make my coffee now, or are you going to stand inside it all morning?'' 
 
 Heather apologized and moved out of the way. Even in death, she understood the importance of coffee. 
 
 `` So, in answer to your question, talking to you guys is hard. I have to focus my ass off to do it, because, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but dead people and alive people are n't typically able to do that. I can hear what you say, but I have to basically make my spirit leave my body halfway, that way I can control my actions while still communicating. It's taken me YEARS to do this, and always makes me exhausted. So if this is gon na become a regular thing, I'm gon na need you to help me pay attention to things that are going on around me. For instance, I have no idea if my coffee is done or not. Can you tell me?'' 
 
 `` It is.'' Heather said. 
 
 `` Thanks.'' Kevin grabbed a mug, made his coffee, and moved into the living room. 
 
 `` Wait, if I'm dead, and you've known I was here this whole time, why am I not as angry as I should be?'' 
 
 `` Because you do n't feel dead. You've done everything that you normally do, and it's made you feel like you're still alive. So, really nothing's different, except I did n't talk to you because I was damn tired every time I got home. It's the same reason why you talk to me the same way you did when you were alive.'' 
 
 Heather shook her head. `` You still suck at explaining things.'' 
 
 `` Not really something I've dedicated time to working on.'' He said, shrugging. 
 
 `` Wait, you're emotionally dead are n't you? You did n't give a rats ass that you could talk to me now.'' 
 
 `` Some say it was me falling on my head as a baby.'' 
 
 `` I hate how sarcastic you are.'' 
 
 `` Love you too, Feather.'' 
 
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 Kevin and Heather continued to work on their long distance relationship. Most of the time, Heather would have one sided conversations, while Kevin tried to stay awake. She slowly understood how everything worked, and even managed to talk to some of the other spirits in the house. Kevin, slowly began to work his way to making it easier to speak with her, and soon enough, it was like nothing changed. And on the day that Kevin was due to join her, he welcomed it with open arms. 
 
 She slapped him for being an asshole in the weeks after her death, and then they made their way home, to spend the rest of eternity together. 
 
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 uhhh????????? can someone tell me how this one turned out???? i kinda had no idea where to take this.
