The years seemed to fly by.
Evelyn watched as the sweet and quirky young boy she’d met that cold autumn night grew into a sweet and quirky teenager.
As he got older, Lucas developed a love of cooking and fine cuisine (which he tried, quite unsuccessfully, to share with Evelyn. Being dead has its disadvantages – including a lack of a sense of taste). Still, it was nice to see him so passionate about something. It reminded Evelyn of her own passion she once had for music.
His parents grew older as well, of course. Damien was promoted to head surgeon at the hospital, and Becca struck a 5-book publishing deal for her new mystery series. Things were going extremely well for the Ainsworths, but more than anything else, seeing their son so happy and thriving brought them joy and peace of mind. They loved their son dearly, and he loved them just as much – Evelyn could tell from the way Lucas spoke about them. It made her miss her own parents sometimes, but she never told him. She loved seeing him happy too much to put a damper on things.
Evelyn was sure that another source of Becca and Damien’s happiness was seeing their son make new friends. Lucas had done as he was told – he put more effort into building a relationship with his peers, and Noah and Sam became his two best friends – well, best living friends, at least. Evelyn liked hearing stories about them. Noah sounded like your typical ‘dumb jock’ (though she would never share this opinion with Lucas), but seemed nice enough. Sam was a scrawny, lanky kid who made up for it by oozing charisma and good humor. Evelyn secretly wished she could meet them someday.
In his free time, Lucas liked to do research about ghosts and the afterlife, searching desperately for some way to give Evelyn her life back, just like he’d promised her years ago. It seemed a bit silly to Evelyn, but she appreciated his efforts all the same. She loved watching him do his late night research; it was fascinating to see all of the amazing things computers were capable of – And watching Evelyn’s failed efforts as he tried to teach her to use Google seemed to amuse Lucas very much.
The hours she spent with Lucas were the highlight of Evelyn’s every week.
Though they did not spend as many nights together as they had when he was younger, Lucas always made time for her.
And Evelyn couldn’t complain. After spending nearly two decades alone, it felt so good to have someone to spend time with, even for a little while.
Someone who understood her better than anyone ever had.
It was the oldest cliché in the book, but for years Evelyn had the same thought every time they were together.
He makes me feel alive.