"What do you know about witch?" Layla asked Vincent.
"If you don't count exorcists, nothing." Vincent hovered behind Layla looking over her laptop's screen. "What are you trying to do? Finding definition of witch?"
"Well, I don't know anything about wizard. Our clue is to find a witch. At least, I heard of witches giving psychic reading, not wizard."
"So, we're looking for a witch that give a psychic reading?"
"That's the only way I can think of."
"Since you're a psychic yourself, do you know any?"
"I don't give psychic reading. I work as a counselor at a college, not the same community."
"Hmm, do you think all witches know a wizard?"
"I'm not sure. But it's a start."
"Why aren't I drawn to a medium-witch? I mean, all the ghosts in the Ghost Whisperer series are drawn to her. If a medium is also a witch and I'm drawn to her, we might have a clue."
"You're saying you're drawn to a wrong medium." Layla raised an eyebrow.
"No! I mean...different type of being drawn to."
"You know what I mean. I'm drawn to you because of you. It's a bonus that you're a medium. But what about the energetic drawn?"
"What?" Layla laughed.
"You know, energy, those types. Ghostly energy, etc..." Vin struggled to explain.
"I don't know. You do have a ghost energy, a childish type." Layla teased.
"Childish! I am not."
"Look, she's a witch. Harley." Layla pointed at the screen.
"I don't know. Look at this. They call themselves 'witches'. How do we know they're truly witches? They all dress kind of the same. Bulky shirt, long hair, etc..."
"Maybe it's a dress code for witches?"
"I've never heard of a dress code."
"You are never out to hear things."
"Oh, come one, think about it. What is so special about witches that they have dress code?"
"Proud to have magick?"
"Then you should be proud to see dead people too."
"Not really. I don't want to stand out differently in a crowd. It's odd."
"My point exactly. Why do they want to stand out?"
"So who do you think we should try?"
"Maybe try a psychic fair?"
"They're most likely cards reader."
"You know, psychic that read angel cards, oracle cards, tarots cards....."
"Well, then pick one of these bulky shirt witch."
"Purple then? What do you think?"
"I don't know, love. They look the same to me. What does your intuition say?"
Vin laughed. "Oh, honey, a medium should never turn off her intuition."
"I don't turn it off. I don't feel anything during a google list search!"
The next night, Layla came home after her work day and a psychic reading. She dropped on the sofa and sighed.
"Not well, I take it."
"Hmm, you're very intuitive. You walk between the Earth realm and the other side. Have you ever considered to check for psychic ability?" Layla repeated her reading in a false voice.
"That's a good start."
"That was all she could see!"
"We have to try the next one then."
"I guess so. Maybe Crystal this time."
"We have time. Come on, you're tired. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I'll just have left-over."
Layla looked up to see Vin's ghostly pained expression. "What's wrong, Vin?"
"I wish I can help. I wish I can at least move a bowl of soup to you or something. But no, the best I can do is jerk the bowl and probably end up spill hot soup on you."
"Vin." Layla shook him out of his imagination by her tone. "Vin, look at me. I know."
The temperature in the room dropped further and Vin stared at her intensely. How could they can feel their energy so charged and unable to touch? Layla stood up and held up her hand, yearning to feel a shock, anything. Vin reached out his hand and put his palm to hers. Futile as usual, disappointed as usual, Layla felt cool air and watched Vin's palm went through hers.
"I'll contact Crystal tonight."
Vin nodded and followed her to the kitchen to watch her eat.
Crystal turned out to be only a psychic, not a witch. Days passed. Then, weeks passed, Layla tried all the self-acclaimed witch in her area. Her hope and disappointment mixed and burned with Vin's. They kept their hope alive that they could touch each other but day after day, they faced with the same disappointment. Agonized hope tormented them increasinly each day. Layla went to psychic fair and as she expected, none of the psychic had a clue about her love for a ghost. They didn't have an idea on how to help her. Worst of all, they didn't even believe her story. Why? How far fetched could her story be? They believed in spirituality. Ghosts existed, then falling in love with a ghost couldn't be that far-fetched.
Layla turned to online psychics. She spent hundreds, trying to find someone that could help. Most of them weren't even credible. Some were good but weren't witches and had no concept of wizard. Life went on. She saw Vin's anguish and hers mirroring in each other. Their pain and their hope were eating them alive.
Half a year later, she still couldn't find anyone. She felt fatigue and guilty. She couldn't give up but she was so tired. Rocking herself on her bed in her dark room, she cried.
"Don't cry, Layla." Vin whispered in the dark.
"I...I don't know what to do, Vin. I tried. I tried so hard."
"Why? Why us? Don't we deserve happiness?"
"We do but life is never fair."
Not wanting to bring Vin down with her dark mood, Layla cried silently.
"Don't cry, Layla. Your tears are wrenching my heart. Please, please, don't cry."
"I want it, Vin. I want it so bad I can taste it but I can't have it."
"Me too, love." Vin soothed.
"Are you giving up?"
"You feel defeated."
"Despair. That's what I feel."
"Then, if it helps, cry it out, my love. After that, stand up and continue."
"I lost my way! I don't know what to do except for crying."
"Don't say that. The worst thing is to do nothing."
"What do you supppose me to do?"
"I did! I met with all psychics I knew of and nothing! They didn't even believe me. They looked at me like a delusional or mentally ill patient. Or maybe a wanna-be sixth sense!"
"You're a medium. Don't ever doubt yourself. Don't you dare doubt about our feelings."
"Maybe we should let it go. People let go of love all the time."
"You want to?"
"I don't know! I don't want to live like this!"
"And you think I want to? I'm not even living! I'm stuck between life and death and this torment is even worse than death. I have to fall in love hard AFTER I die! How can anyone feel anything after they die? Go figure!"
"Then maybe it's not a feeling!"
"Then I won't be stuck in this agonized existence. Everyday I look at you and I feel my heart is full to the point of choked with emotions! Your smile make me more alive than when I was alive! How can you ever have doubt about it?"
"So what? What can we do about it? Maybe we're not meant to have it."
"Because you refuse it."
"It's a far-fetched and impossible dream!"
"An impossible dream is better than none at all!" Now, they were shouting and the light bulb flashed on Layla's nightstand.
"And how do you suppose what to do with this impossible dream?"
"Go get it. Make it a reality. It's truly forever a impossibility when you stop trying. We already know the way. We know the path. We know we have to get to Fairy-Land. We know we have to find a wizard to get there. It IS possible."
"That makes it so hard, Vin. We can envision it but we find the path."
"We know the path. We just have to uncover the junk that is covering the path."
Layla cried out loud. "Vin..."
The light bulb lightened up and went out in a crash. "Layla...I'm sorry....Sometimes, I think, I might be better off death. Save us both this torment."
"No, don't you dare think that way. We met for a reason. Because we're meant to be. You give me a meaning to live. If you're not here, I would have a meaningless life. Now, my life is full of emotions. Everything has a meaning and has a wonder sense."
Vin broke down, cried with his ghost voice with no tear to shed. "Layla....Oh my Layla...."
They cried together in the dark room.
Hours later, Vin said softly. "My dear Layla, you make me alive after death. Even if I can only forever watch you on the side line, I am content to see your smile."
"Vin, without you, there's no Layla."
"Take a break. We'll meet a witch or a wizard when Fate sends us one."
"I won't give up. I'll never give up on us."
"I love you, Layla. Very very much."
"I love you, Vincent."
The following week, Layla was looking at herbs for a relaxing bath. Lavender bubble bath sounded really good. Vin would love to play with the bubbles while she was relaxing in the bath. A guy's warm voice interrupted her train of thoughts. "Something on your mind?"
"Oh, just a relaxing bubble bath."
"I don't mean to sound intruding but are you aware that you have an underworld energy around you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like you come into contact with a ghost or something. A close contact."
Layla was taken aback. This herbalist could just tell? "Actually, I'm living with a ghost."
The guy stared straight into her eyes. "You're not afraid. You can see this ghost?"
"I'm a medium."
"Ah, that explains it."
"Well, let me know if you need anything."
"In fact, I do. Is there a chance that you know a witch or a wizard?"
"So I can touch the ghost."
"The ghost? He or she doesn't want to cross over?"
"No...it's a long story."
"Why do want to touch the ghost?"
"Because I love him."
The herbalist just stared at her for a long while without a word.
"It's okay. I think I'll take the lavender."
"Do you mind if I see the ghost?"
"You have to come to my house."
"Do you mind?" He wasn't surprised. How knowledgeable was he?
"No. Are you a wizard?"
"No, I'm a wiccan. I'm Micah."
"I'm Layla, it's a pleasure. Honestly, I was running finding someone willing to help for a long time, you have no idea."
"I am off Saturday."
"Saturday sounds good."
"Here's my phone number so you can call me to give me direction."
"Thank you, Micah. Thank you."
"Don't thank me so fast. I don't know if I can help you."
"You know something. You're willing to listen. Thank you."
"I'll see you on Saturday. And by the way, some aloe drops will help with your energy."
"Yes, thank you!"