sweetheart

"Cause I like you, Richard."
"Don't call me that."
"I'll call you as I please. I'm the one haunting aren't I?"
"But why?!" Again, she released a huff of air, rolling her tired eyes at me. The more I looked at them, the older they appeared; heavy worn and empty.
"As I was saying, before your rudely interrupted me," she raised a finger, silencing my objection, "I need your help."