CHAPTER THREE

A week has passed, but Cadence seems to still be intact with the idea that she went to the concert--PCD or Post-concert depression, as she calls it. Summer has heard non-stop squealing from her, and when she means non-stop, she really DOES mean NON-STOP.

"I wonder if Jett noticed me in the crowd!"

"OMG, didn't we ate at the same cafe last week?!"

"Water! I drank water before the concert, before meeting my dream boys, S.O.L.!"

Summer could only shake her head and sigh, she knew her friend was down too deep to even save this time. Summer would hum or even agree not as excited as she was. She was more curious than excited.

That night, when her eyes met the silver-hair colored male, she felt something tug inside her chest. It was like (as cringey as it seems) they were meant to meet. He stopped in front of her and yet, people seem to be screaming for the five behind him who were inside the car when he was also on the stage with the others. It was like time stopped. Summer was looking up to his eye level, her heartbeat growing louder and louder. "Cyrus..." They both snapped out of their gaze when Celis, the producer who helped her get her head back together before the concert arrived. Cyrus turned to him, nodding, taking another glance at her before running back to the group. Summer felt cold to her feet.

It was a scary, yet comforting.

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"I swear she looked at me in the eye and even called me, Cel! She can see me!"

"I saw, Cyrus... but the question is, WHY can she see you?"

"Maybe she's the answer! She's definitely the answer!"

"That's a dangerous thing to say, Cyrus and you know that. We can't be sure that she's actually your key,"

"I've been stuck here for six whole years, Cel... I need to leave, it hurts me more just being able to watch but never do anything..."

"Cyrus..."

"Whatever, I'm going to go look for her and you can't stop me!"

"Cyrus, that's not a good idea!"

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Summer was beaming. She finally managed to get Cadence at least off her PCD phase, at least for half a day. They just finished watching the movie that she has been dying to see ever since it was released, and now they're walking around the city to buy some clothes.

"Daddy's going to bring me to Hawaii in two days and I need to find new clothes, Sum!" Cadence just received the text in the middle of the movie, Summer could only nod as she was too focused on watching the film. It wasn't a BAD decision, but going shopping with Cadence was also NOT a GOOD decision. She's incredibly rich and also incredibly picky. She takes HOURS to even pick a top, but that would be better than taking hours listening to her blabbering about S.O.L. again.

Cadence did manage to pick a dress in less than an hour, but that doesn't mean that it would be the end of the long and very tiring journey of shopping with her for Summer. In three hours, Cadence has only picked one dress and one shoe and she knows that Cadence usually buys for the ENTIRE trip, she barely reuses clothes whenever she's going out of the country.

"Can't I please just wait for you here?" Summer squats down outside the boutique that Cadence picked. Cadence could only furrow her brows at her friend's reaction before humming her way as she skips inside the boutique. Summer felt nice to finally rest, at least she was steady after a long walk and loads of shopping, and boy was she glad she wore sneakers instead of heels to match her outfit.

She stood up to stretch her legs, but that wasn't the only thing she was ought to do. She heard a groan, loud and painful but no one seems to react to it, no one had the urge to help. Summer found herself in a small alleyway near the boutique.

It was him.

The silver-haired boy that she met at the concert.

"I-It's you," The boy called out. "I finally found you!" He said. Summer squats down to his level.

"Are you okay?" Summer says almost calmly when, in fact, her insides were eating her up. She was beyond nervous meeting him.

She heard her heartbeat getting louder, time stopped.

"Say... say my name..." The boy weakly said, lowering his head to point at his pin, "Please..."

Summer didn't have to check his name. His name has visited her in her dreams, even daydreams. She wanted to call him even before.

"Cyrus..." She called.

Cyrus took a deep breath, and he was fine. Summer looked directly at him. Aside from his silver-hair, he looked rather pale, not porcelain but pale. He was wearing the same clothes again, a white open button-up and a blue undershirt. "Thank you," Cyrus smiled at her.

Curiosity has eaten Summer. His presence was cold as a wind, his skin was pale, he had one test to past in Summer's brain before she comes up with a conclusion.

Summer leans her hand to touch his hand,

but she can't.

Her hand passed through him.

"Ohh..." Cyrus pressed his lips, closing his eyes as if he was expecting something to happen.

"Y-You're a ghost?!" Summer's lips trembled.