The Jealousy

On the way back I had the impression that something was wrong, but it was difficult for me to pinpoint the specific reason. Sebastian was silent, looking at me from time to time with reproach and anger. So I excused myself from calling our coordinator and went out into the hallway for a while. I stared at the curtains of fabric on the compartment windows, wondering where I had gone wrong. Maybe I should admit to myself that I screwed up and face the consequences. I sighed heavily and then something caught my eye. I saw Sebastian's blond hair as he accidentally opened the curtain a little, and I had the impression that he did it by jostling with someone.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath and immediately stepped back into the compartment. "I've only been gone for a while..." was all I had time to say before I gasped loudly and caught the attention of my student and boyfriend.

I didn't want to know what Tristan was doing there, or why he was bound with a special ghost rope and had fear in his eyes. I shifted my gaze to a breathless Sebastian, holding his phone in his hand, and to my horror, I recognized the blacklist screen. Did he want to put my beloved on it? I couldn't let that happen, then I wouldn't be able to see him, we couldn't question other medium's decisions about the list, that was the unwritten rule in the Association.

“Sebastian…”

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?!" he shouted at me. His voice was full of rage and sadness at the same time, making me cringe. "Why do you prefer him over me, I love you! I am a living man and he is only a ghost!”

"We were together before Camilla met you," Tristan replied, trying to free himself.

“Do not move! Otherwise, you'll be on the list.”

"Sebastian, please don't do this," I whispered, moving slightly toward him, focused on somehow knocking the phone out of his hand.

I didn't know what to do, what to say to appease the teen's anger, or how to break his heart so he wouldn't hate me. My eyes were focused on this cursed device. Sebastian, despite his emotions, saw it and understood what I was planning.

“You love him, don't you?” he asked in a desperate voice, and I nodded. "Would you be sad if I did? You would hate me... “

“Sebastian…”

Suddenly, he dropped the phone from his hand and fell heavily onto the seat, weeping and covering his face with his hands. I walked over to him, hoping he wouldn't push me away, and hugged him tightly.

“Why even, you don't want me?”

"It's not like that," I whispered, starting to cry myself. "I'm sorry I can't return your feelings, at least not in the way you expect me to now. All I can offer you is to be and love you like an annoying big sister. Hopefully, this will be enough over time. I'm sure you'll meet a girl more appropriate for your age someday.” I sniffled. "I didn't want to tell you about this, lest I look like a hypocrite when I told you it shouldn't be done. Also, I didn't tell Tristan about you either, he'd be very jealous of you." I laughed.

“Really?” Sebastian was surprised.

"Very jealous," Tristan muttered. "You seem like a decent boy, if you were a few years older I'd be mad with anxiety that you would take her away from me."