My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - Still Here - Part 18 ( Final )
The apartment was quiet.
Not lonely quiet.
Different.
Warm quiet.
Raghav sat on the sofa.
The death sofa.
Which honestly had excellent character growth.
Meera sat beside him.
Solid now.
Mostly.
Sometimes flickering slightly like emotionally confused electricity.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Because after “I love you”…
apparently both forgot how conversations worked.
Finally—
Meera broke the silence.
“So.”
“So?”
“You’re in love with ghost.”
Raghav sighed.
“When you say it out loud, it sounds medically concerning.”
She grinned proudly.
“And yet here you are.”
He looked at her softly.
“Yeah.”
Pause.
“…Here I am.”
Outside…
rain poured again.
Of course.
Even weather shipped them now.
Meera leaned against the window.
Watching lights outside quietly.
“You know,” she whispered,
“I thought disappearing would scare me most.”
Raghav looked at her immediately.
“But it wasn’t that.”
She smiled faintly.
“It was leaving without being remembered.”
Raghav stood up instantly.
Walked toward her.
“That’s impossible.”
Meera blinked.
“You ruined my peace,” he continued.
“You stole my biscuits.”
“You emotionally damaged my entire life.”
Pause.
“And somehow…”
small smile,
“…made it better.”
Meera laughed softly through watery eyes.
“There she is. Terrible romance.”
Raghav moved closer.
Very close now.
“You’re not disappearing from me,” he whispered.
“Even if you become invisible again.”
Pause.
“Even if this apartment changes.”
Pause.
“Even if life becomes normal someday.”
Meera made offended face immediately.
“Ew. Don’t say normal.”
Raghav laughed.
“There she is.”
Then suddenly—
The apartment lights flickered again.
Strongly this time.
Meera froze.
Raghav’s smile disappeared instantly.
“Meera?”
She looked down at herself.
Fading again.
Fast.
“Oh,” she whispered softly.
Panic crashed into the room immediately.
“No no no,” Raghav said quickly.
“Not now.”
Meera tried smiling.
Failed slightly.
“I think…” she whispered,
“…this might be it.”
Raghav grabbed her hands immediately.
Solid for now.
Still there.
Still warm-ish.
“No.”
Meera looked at him quietly.
And somehow…
she looked peaceful.
“You know what’s funny?” she whispered.
“What?”
“I don’t feel lonely anymore.”
Raghav’s eyes burned instantly.
Meera smiled softly.
“And honestly?”
Pause.
“That’s enough for one afterlife.”
The room grew brighter suddenly.
Soft light around her.
Gentle.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Raghav shook his head desperately.
“You can’t go.”
Meera laughed weakly.
“Raghav.”
“What?!”
“You survived me.”
Pause.
“You can survive anything.”
He looked completely broken now.
So naturally…
Meera chose that exact moment for one final joke.
“Also,” she whispered,
“who’s going to stop you from flirting badly now?”
Raghav laughed through tears.
“You were terrible influence.”
“Correct.”
The light around her grew stronger.
Meera looked at him one last time.
Really looked.
Like memorizing home.
Then softly…
very softly…
she said:
“I love you too, idiot.”
And suddenly—
everything went white.
Silence.
Complete silence.
The apartment stood still.
Rain outside.
Fan spinning slowly.
One coffee cup on table.
One packet of biscuits half open.
And Raghav…
standing alone.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
The apartment changed slowly.
Cleaner now.
Brighter.
Less lonely.
Raghav still talked sometimes while making coffee.
Still left extra space on sofa unconsciously.
Still bought two biscuit packets.
Habit.
Love.
Madness.
Who knew.
One rainy evening…
he sat near the window quietly.
Smiling faintly to himself.
Then suddenly—
from behind him:
“Wow.”
Pause.
“You STILL overcook noodles.”
Raghav froze completely.
Slowly turned around.
Meera stood there.
Arms crossed.
Smirking.
Transparent slightly.
Annoying completely.
Silence.
Then Raghav whispered:
“…You came back?”
Meera grinned proudly.
“Unfortunately for you…Until you get a REAL GIRL FRIEND”
she floated closer,
“…I’m emotionally attached.”
Raghav laughed.
The loud kind.
The relieved kind.
The home kind.
And somewhere in that tiny chaotic apartment…
between love, loneliness, laughter, and one extremely possessive ghost…
they continued existing together.
Messily.
Ridiculously.
Happily.
👻 THE END
Or more accurately…
To Be Haunted Again.
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