---- Chapter 5 That final night seemed like nothing had happened. Leo showered, and I sat nearby, staring to my favorite flower I had tended to when I was alive. "Judy," he called out suddenly. I stiffened. I had to remind myself that he could not see me. But it was hard after the years of suffering not to flinch from hearing my name. I waited until he didn't call again, then let out a silent sigh of relief. He had forgotten his clothes. In the past, I would bring them to him, but now I just stood outside, sulking. I knew he only called my name out of habit. When someone gets used to another's presence, the absence feels like a loss. The name he said was just a sound, not a real call for me. I went back to staring at my plants. I reached out and touched them and they moved. ---- If Leo came out and saw them shaking, maybe he'd think the house was haunted. Scaring him wouldn't be bad, I thought. But an hour passed, and he still didn't come out. Out of habit, I started to worry. I opened the door, and he was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed, like he was asleep or dead. I stood there, unsure what to do. Should I watch him die or call for help? Suddenly, his eyes opened, startling me. "who's there?" he shouted. It was easy to understand. No matter how strong werewolves were, living a lone where someone died, the door creaking open is something out of a horror movie. "Judy?" He called. Unlike what I expected, Leo didn't seem scared; he even called my name. ---- I stood there awkwardly, relieved he couldn't see me. He was holding a hair tie of mine, left in the bathroom from the bathroom. Wind blew into the bathroom piking up the smell of the forest from outside in a way that would send chills down any spine. Leo seemed to come to his senses, put on his robe, and returned to the bedroom. Every night, I would usually send him a cup of warm milk, but no matter how much he waited, no warm milk came. I watched him jump out of bed and storm to the kitchen. Aseries of clatters followed. He moved around the kitchen slamming things just to warm a cup of milk and still burnt it. A laugh left my lips seeing this. It reminded me of the year Leo was pursuing me. The first time I warmed milk for him, I burnt it too. But he just smiled, kissed me and said it was like caramel milk. I fell in love with him that