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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him
Is my heart too broken?

He couldn't get the song out of his non-corporeal head, it was driving him nuts. Of all the things Matt had hoped he would lose while outside of his own body, it was the damned earworm that was Kasey Chambers. He'd hated it enough when he had proper ears to hear it, now it was bent on tormenting him for the rest of... well, whatever he had here.

Do I cry too much?

Because it wasn't a life. And it wasn't a death. He just was. The days passed in mundane isolation. In the early days, he'd stayed in contact with the people who could see him---but that had only made them hang on more. So Matt had faded out of view, hoping to fade out of memory, and perhaps then they would be able to let his body go.

Am I too out-spoken?

Matt didn't want to die. He just didn't know what his other options were. He'd tried to "climb" back into his body with no success, it all seemed very hopeless. Matt had been stuck on the sidelines, watching Kate grieve and waste away her own life. Dragging Hazel through this same limbo, and that hurt.

He'd watched Kate this morning, putting on her make up as she usually did. She was beautiful even when she was sad. She was always sad now. He wanted her to be free. If he couldn't come back and wipe that sadness away, she needed to be free.

Don't I make you laugh?

Which meant there had to be an End. One way or the other, an End or a Return. For her, and for Hazel, and Aiden, Adam, Valerie and Cass. For the damned pub which had only just escaped bankruptcy. Because of what? The desperate hope that he would come back. Maybe he just... couldn't.

It would have been different, he supposed, if Kate could see him. Their relationship would be undoubtedly changed, but perhaps he could have soothed some of these hurts. Been there, at least, in some form. Encouraged her directly to move on, to not be alone. He wanted---so much---just to talk to her.

Should I try it harder?

But she couldn't see him. Hear him. Refused to believe anyone when they said he was there. She'd thought it was some cruel joke, and he'd figured it best in the end if she just believed that. Believed he was locked in a prison of his own body. Asleep.

But she hadn't moved on. He needed to fix this. He needed someone to help her. Someone to convince her it was okay to let him go. Alan and Stuart had both failed though, so... who?

By reflex, Matt tried to scratch his ghost head with a ghost hand. At least the lake was pretty. That... was something, he supposed.

Why do you see right through me?

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

It was actually a moderate day for once, cloudy enough and cool enough to warrant some time outdoors, something that the redheaded Irish lass had found rather difficult with Australia's unforgiving summer weather. Even so, she still wore a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses as she wandered around the lake, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the natural beauty that surrounded her.

And then the woman stopped in her tracks as she spied a man ahead of her, staring at the lake. Though what made her stop was the fact that she could see through him.

A ghost? Out here at the lake? From what Caitlin recalled, ghosts were generally connected to the place where they died. So had he drowned? In any case, he looked confused... or was it more that he seemed to be trying to figure something out?

Caitlin hadn't lived in Narrie for long enough to have come into contact with the spectre of Matthew Belmont. She knew about the man who was in a coma, that his brother was a student. But that was it. This spectre, she assumed, was just a ghost.

Well, the woman had gained some experience over the years in counseling ghosts, perhaps she could help this one? Or at the least, she might learn something new about this town. So it was that the redhead continued walking ahead until she neared the spectre, and offered a warm smile toward him as she canted her head.

"Hello, you're looking a little contemplative there. I'm Cate, new to the area, if you couldn't tell by the brogue," Caitlin chuckled softly, and smiled again, "Am I interrupting anything important?" She asked lightly, before turning her gaze toward the lake, the view was actually quite lovely, she had to admit.

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Matt turned. He hadn't seen or heard anyone coming, he'd been lost in his own thoughts. He should have been more careful. He'd tried very hard to be unseen by certain people, to avoid giving hope where there was none. What if Aiden had come across him here?

Fortunately, this wasn't Aiden. So he hadn't screwed up completely just yet.

"You're... Cate." there was an uneasy note to his voice as he said it. Great, so this Cate could see him but Kate-Kate could not. As if that wasn't a kick in his non-corporeal guts. But that was rude, this poor woman had done nothing wrong. Just have a name unfortunately similar to that of his living wife.

"Sorry." Matt muttered. "I'm married to a Kate. A Katherine-Kate. Are you a Catherine too? Or just Cate?" It didn't really matter, he supposed. But it was conversation. He'd not had any conversations in a long time, and he'd got bad at it.

"You're not interrupting anything." he added, shoving his hands into the illusion of his pockets. "Just... looking at the lake. Been a while since I've come out this far. Thought I'd see how the old pub is shaping up," he pointed a thumb back at the three-storey facade of the Drunken Roo.

"It all looks... good." Matt sighed. "I'm Matthew.. Matt. Belmont. I lived here most of my life."

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The man looked a mixture of perplexed and disturbed... or was it perturbed? And Caitlin wondered if she'd said something to offend him, readying herself to apologise to the ghost since she didn't want to leave him upset over a potential misunderstanding. However, he soon explained what it was that had caught him off guard, and she chuckled softly before shaking her head gently.

"No, I'm a Caitlin-Cate, completely different type of Cate," A warm smile was offered, in the hope of at least trying to cheer him up a little, but he did seem rather despairing. As he continued to speak, though, the Irishwoman listened carefully, casting her gaze back toward the town as she thought over what she'd learned so far about the local pub and it's owner. He offered his name and it all fell into place, causing a surprise to the woman as she looked back to him with a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"But... you're a ghost, but I thought you were simply in a coma, so how?" Caitlin thought she'd seen it all, but she'd never seen the ghost of someone who wasn't technically dead yet. This was something altogether brand new for her, and there were far too many questions in her mind than she thought he'd be comfortable with.

Quickly, the redhead collected herself with a small shake of her head, before the smile returned to her lips.

"Sorry, it's just, I've never heard of this before. And I've studied psychology in the Wizarding world quite thoroughly. I can't imagine how difficult this must be... have you been in this state since the accident happened?" The woman knew that it was a number of years ago. She couldn't imagine wandering in spirit form outside of her body for so long.

"Oh, look at me forgetting my manners, Caitlin Sullivan. I'm quite new to the area, but been here at least long enough to have heard the local stories."

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Matt closed his eyes and let out a sigh. One of these days he was going to learn, and just call himself Bob. Bob the Ghost. People who'd never known him still knew who he was, they knew him by name and reputation---it seemed that no one was going to let his memory die out. Why couldn't they see that was what was holding them back?

"Honestly, we don't know." he answered. "One minute I'm walking across the road, next I'm watching them load my body into an ambulance. I thought I was dead, but... I wasn't that lucky."

At first it had been fine. It felt like a temporary thing. Why would he be floating around here if there was no ability for him to go back to his body? Kate couldn't see him, wouldn't believe anyone who could, and he'd had to follow up his odd condition with specialists. One by one they'd scratched their heads and suggested it was just a matter of time before his spirit and body joined... which was doctor code for "we have no fucking idea how to fix this".

Then the years had dragged on. Hope had vanished. And Kate... had deteriorated too. For the past three years he'd stayed hidden even to those he was close to, hoping they would assume that his spirit form had vanished and now there was nothing left but his vegetable body. Still, Kate held on to that body. Stubbornly.

"It's not much of a life." he mumbled. "Anyway---not much I can do about it."

Matt forced a smile.

"What brings you to Narrie?"

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The man's reaction to her own told Caitlin quite a bit, mostly that he seemed tired of his existence - such as it were - and perhaps that everyone's continued stories and focus on him was bothering him. Maybe it was holding him back? Keeping him in this state? Caitlin honestly had no idea, and the questions just continued to pile up in her head.

"We?" Cate asked with a tilt of her head as she watched the man, studied him as much as she was able to. It still boggled her mind that she was talking to a coma patient, "So other people do know that you're stuck in this state? Have they been able to find any way to help you?" Well, obviously not, and she silently berated herself for even asking that. But then, she thought of his wife and her heart went out to the married couple.

"Goodness, your wife, it must be so difficult for her to see you like this too," At least, Caitlin assumed that his wife knew about him, he hadn't mentioned otherwise, and he'd said 'we', which meant he hadn't been the only one seeking answers as to how or why he was like this.

Caitlin wanted to offer to help, to see if there was anything that she could do, but the man had quickly turned a question onto her before she could, and she hesitated a moment in her answer. It was one question that she actually had a well-practised answer for, however right now it had fled her mind and she simply blinked and shook head head a moment to try and clear it.

"Oh... well, my work back in Europe gained attention from very bad people, and I'm the guardian for my niece, and... was just tired of always having to look over my shoulder, and having to worry about whether she was in danger, so... we moved halfway around the world," It was about as much of the truth as she felt like she could cope with speaking about, but was still probably more than most people often received from her, and her own gaze shifted to the lake for a moment to study before sighing quietly, "Still hope I did the right thing some days."

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

"Some did, initially."  Matt nodded. "I imagine they've forgotten by now. I hope they have. Sometimes I really think it's just better for people to let go. And they can't do that if I'm hanging around every corner, can they? So... I stopped. Only people I really let see me now are the few doctors that I've been working with, but... nothing's ever come out of that." At least he'd tried. Matt hadn't spent his entire coma with this weary defeatist attitude.

Initially he'd been grateful that it wasn't over yet. He'd shared that same belief that if he was still breathing, he could still wake up and everything could go back to normal. It had all felt so temporary in the beginning. He'd worked with Alan and Stuart to locate the best specialists, put his body and soul through so many experimental treatments... and nothing worked. So he had lost faith, and vanished from view. 

"No, Katie... Katie can't see me. Never was able to." his voice dropped, sadness filling it. This miserable half-existence would actually be alright if they could even just talk. She wouldn't be lost and hurting, and he wouldn't be lonely. Matt was certain that even without physical contact, they would be happier. "At first, people tried to tell her---but she wouldn't believe them. Thought it was a cruel joke. Nothing anyone said would convince her otherwise."

Matt shrugged.

"Hazel could see me for a bit. I guess as she got older, she got too much like Kate." And that had been the final straw for Matt, the reason for his "retirement from view". If his daughter couldn't see him, if he could no longer make faces at her and watch her laugh, what was the point in appearing to anyone? The two people he loved most in the world were the same two he couldn't interact with.

Listening to Cate's story, he nodded.

"It sounds like you did." Matt replied. "Can't have been an easy choice, or a fun one. But hard decisions are how we protect the ones we love."

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"I'm... sorry, that sounds very difficult, I couldn't imagine having to exist in such a way," Caitlin's expression wore the pain of her genuine empathy regarding such an existence. Forever stuck in limbo, unable to wake up, but with friends and family who still clung to some kind of hope that he might. Perhaps he could still, but she couldn't imagine that watching everyone for so long could be easy by any measure. "Nothing's even come close to helping? There certainly must be something, since you haven't moved on from here and your body is still alive..." Though she also had to wonder how difficult his life would be after waking up as well. He'd been lying in a come for years, his muscles would be atrophied, he would require a lot of physical therapy just to be up and moving again.

Even more sad was the fact that his wife couldn't see him, and had never been able to. And then as he spoke about his daughter, Cate was almost certain that her heart was breaking. Her brows furrowed as she stared at the lake. It was no wonder that he looked so hopeless, how did one maintain optimism and faith when the most important people in the world didn't even see them?

"I wish there was something I could do to help," Caitlin murmured softly, it was mostly a thought that had just made it to her lips, but still. It wasn't as though she didn't mean it still. "I could offer to see if any specialists I know can help, but I imagine that almost everything that people medically know for you situation has been tried already," The woman sighed with a small nod. The subject of moving and her niece only distracted her a little, enough to acknowledge her own concerns with it.

"That's true. Life's already very different here. I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder anymore. And Cassandra has started allowing people in, rather than maintaining a certain 'distance'. We didn't have any family back home, so really it's just a few of her friends left behind, it's always been just us, ever since she was a baby, and I tended to work too much to make friends of my own. So the move wasn't terribly painful," Cate added with another small nod as her gaze remained on the shimmering lake surface. How odd to find herself talking about her life, such as it was, with the 'ghost' of a man who wasn't actually dead.

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