☂︎ 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 シ︎ FIVE HARGREEVES IMAGINES ☂︎

Ghosting

this song is rly sad.

can i just say, traitor is stuck in my head still💀 its starting to rly grow on me.

anways get ready for a little bit of sadness.

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Five couldn't stop tossing and turning in his bed trying to sleep.

The thought kept coming back to him.

Was it his fault?

That question has been repeating in his head for hours.

He couldn't bare the thought of what happened.

He stared into the darkness of his room and decided to get out of bed.

He walked downstairs and into the courtyard where snow covered the ground.

He walked out into the snow, he shivers slightly from the cold surroundings.

He brushed of a bench which had snow on top of it, he sat down and staired at the stars.

Something brushed his shoulder, he flinched slightly and looked around, he couldn't anything.

He then looked at the coffin which was under the wooden gazibo, sheltered fron the snow.

He got up and walked over to the coffin.

He traced his hand down the pattern of it.

"I miss you." He mutters.

"I miss you too." A familiar vouce whispers from behind him.

He snaps his body around. "Y/n?" He questions.

He gets no response.

He assumed his head was playing tricks on him, because he missed her so much already.

He turned back the coffin.

A few minutes go by.

"Five?" The voice becomes more clear.

Five looks behind him. He widens his eyes.

"Wha- Wh-" He can't speak.

"How?" He asks.

"I'm a ghost, silly. What are you doing out in the cold?" Y/n chuckles slightly.

"I was just coming out for fresh air." Five simply explains.

"How am I seeing your ghost?" He questions.

"Because something attached me to you, you'll see me pretty much all the time." Y/n acts so casual.

Even though she's not alive anymore.

"You're acting so.. normal." Five revels.

"Should I not be normal?" Y/n frowns.

"No no, it's just, you're d-dead and acting as if you are still alive." Five looks into her eyes sadly.

"Well I don't really want to be dead."
Y/n giggles.

Five tries to take her hand.

His hand slips right through hers.

He breathes out sadly.

Y/n looks at his eyes. "Your eyes."

"What about them?" Five looks up at her.

"They're green." She smiles faintly.

Five smiles faintly back. "Your favourite colour." He slowly realises.

"My eyes, they're why your favourite colour is green." He chuckles.

"Mhm." Y/n quickly turns her head to the door of the academy.

"Number Five! What are you doing out here?" Their father belows.

Y/n fades into a green mist and flys away.

Five sighs heavily. "Sorry, father." He walks back inside.

He looks out of the window. "Goodnight Y/n."

"Night night Five." Y/n answers back.