Lovers are Lunatics (Love Shots Contest)

Round 2

[Horror]

(Word count: 1027)

Once you are dead, there really isn't much to do. All you can do is watch and listen. I tried to be content with that, but... it's difficult. It always is. Or, I suppose it must be. I guess I wouldn't know.

I didn't resent him. I repeated that to myself everyday, I made it my anthem, constant like a heartbeat. I didn't resent him. I did at first, but not anymore.

I was the one who decided to get behind the wheel and surprise Caleb at his work, anyway. And it was his decision to get behind the wheel at the same time. It was his decision to have too much to drink. It was his decision to drive that night. 

Even then, I tried not to resent the man. Sure, he made a bad choice, but at least he didn't mean it. He didn't start the car with the intention of ending a loving, happy relationship...

The man was at my funeral. I could almost taste his tears. He was sorry for what he'd done. All he could say was "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean it". Hating him wouldn't help me one bit, I knew that. It would destroy me. So that was the last time I saw the man, and I didn't make any attempt to seek him out. It wasn't him I was interested in, anyway.

Caleb was upset, as I knew he would be. I suppose it would have been strange if he wasn't. Sometimes he'd wake up and start crying in the middle of the night. I would cry, too. For a while I thought that this must be what hell is like: watching your loved ones suffer and being able to do nothing about it...

Well, there was almost nothing I could do. I soon found that on some occasions, I was able to move objects. It was always when I was emotional, when I felt like I was losing all control, so it was near impossible to duplicate on purpose. It was never more than moving a book a few inches to the side, or knocking his wallet off of his bedside table. Once-and only once-I was so angry that the door slammed shut on its own. It was never much, but at least it was something. I suppose it wasn't very comforting-he probably didn't think anything of these events, if he even noticed them. But it was nice to think that every once in a while I could show him that I was still there and that I still cared, even if he didn't know it was me.

But my Caleb was strong, I knew that. It took a while-two or three years, actually-for him to truly get over it. And I wanted him to get over it. I wanted him to be happy. I still do. That's what I've always wanted for him. And he eventually fell in love with another girl, and I told myself I was okay with it. I knew he still loved me, I could feel it. She was alive, and she cared for him. As long as she made him happy, then I could be content.

I told myself that, anyway. It's always difficult to see the person you love with someone else, but I had to face the facts. I was his past, she was his future. She would be there with him when I could not. I loved him, and she loved him too. So I did my best to get rid of any jealousy I had. It was difficult, sure, but I did my best.

It had been a few years since my accident when Caleb was on his way home one night. It was no big deal, he crossed the same street every day to get to and from work. He was an adult, and he knew to be careful. I had no reason to worry, so I wasn't worrying, not one bit. It was always a busy street, but it was a Friday and it seemed particularly bad that night, which I hardly noticed. Once you're dead, you don't pay much attention to the dangers of the world. There's no point.

So Caleb glanced to both sides before crossing the street, like anyone would. He took two steps off the curb when a truck came speeding down the road... directly towards him.

Suddenly, it was like time had stopped. I was watching everything move at a snail's pace. I saw the huge truck, I knew just how fast it was going, and I knew the driver didn't see him. At the speed he was going, there was no way he could swerve to avoid him, even if he did see him. And there was no way he could move out of the way quick enough, I knew that. If my heart had still been beating, it would have stopped.

Everything within me was screaming, telling me to do something, anything-

In that moment, I knew that if I tried to move him or even that truck out of the way, I could do it. I was filled with so much fear, so much raw emotion, that I knew I could use it to my advantage. My emotions were my strength. Just a little nudge in the other direction, and Caleb would be safe. Just a little nudge-

Without another thought, I willed every inch of that truck to barrel straight towards him. I turned away before the impact happened. There was no way he could have survived.

Soon enough, we'd be together again. We'd be inseparable, like we used to be. I've waited this long to be with him, and for him to finally see me...

And is it worth the wait, all this killing time? I sighed sadly. It had to be done, it had to be done. I had to remember that. He'd be happier here, with me, with no pain and nothing to separate us ever again...

"Megan? Is that you?" I smiled instantly at the sound of his voice.

We could be together now, forever.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.