"You shouldn't do this!"

"You're still seeing the ghost?"

Larissa stepped back again and bit her lower lip as she realized she had spoken too loudly. She recalled she should stop concerning herself with him and act cool in front of him. She cleared her throat and fixed her expression into a stoic stare.

"Ehem! Now I know why you ignored me." Larissa said, while acting indifferent, but in reality, there are more questions she wants to ask.

I thought you got therapy. Why are you still hallucinating?

What's the sense of leaving me alone if it does not heal you at all?

What's with those smiles at dinner? Was that fake?

Are you still frightened of approaching a cabinet?

Do you suffer alone?

Did you despise me because I resembled the ghost?

Does my appearance only torment you?

There were a bunch of questions Larissa wanted to be answered, but she chose to just keep them to herself.