But since it's not published yet, I can admit it's short for Temperance. The name was 100% a reference to Bones.
"That's the problem!" Van shouted. He spun around to face Theo. It wasn't hard for him to see how Rose and Van had once been close friends now - they got the same fire in their eyes when they were hurt and upset. Rose had never looked at him like that before, but he knew the expression so well that it made his heart ache. "Everyone always wants to fix me. I'm not broken. And Rose knew that - she knew that I hated being told there was something wrong with me. Ghosts are real. I proved it to her a hundred times over when we were kids, but the first thing she did when we finally met after ten years was tell me exactly what she knew I never wanted to hear."His gaze fell down to the ground.It was only when Theo followed it that he saw teardrops hitting the furnished wood floor."...Rose wasn't supposed to change," he whispered. "She-She wasn't supposed to ever stop going by Rosie. She wasn't supposed to get a boyfriend who she likes more than she'll ever like me now. And she wasn't supposed to ever stop being my best friend. And even if Rose was supposed to change someday like the rest of the world did, I thought that at least the ghosts wouldn't change."Van spun back around to stare at the vase."But they changed too," he said. He picked it up again and studied the design - studied the intricate spirals carved into its fragile china, and ran his fingertip across the cartoonish heart design. "You would think the dead would be the one thing that stays the same. But they're not. They go and move on or get caught by shadow people, and suddenly you're the only thing that hasn't changed in ten years."
I grabbed the pillow from beside me, crawled over to Temp, and held it out as a peace offering.Temp quickly took it.After a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Do...do you want a hug?"Temp sniffled."You're a strange boy I just met in this attic," Temp said, holding the pillow close to her chest. She peeked over its edge at me, eyes softly glowing in the dim lighting of the attic. In the back of my mind, I realized that her face wasn't nearly as alabaster white as it had been before. "But...I think whoever I am would like that very much."Not quite sure if I was doing this right, I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. It took a minute before she seemed to actually calm down; she leaned against me and closed her eyes.I leaned against the wall behind me and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn't long before I closed my eyes, too, trying to figure out why the god who had brought me here had decided to take away this random girl's memories - and why I felt like I had just found an old friend.When Theo and Avery climbed into the attic twenty minutes later, they found Temp and I fast asleep in the light of the late afternoon sun.
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