dancing through our house, with the ghost of you

Ghost of You

I know I put a warning in the description but I wanna be super careful with this so... TW: mentions of abuse and suicide. If this will trigger you at all please don't read. I care way more about you being okay than another view on this story. Also, this is my first book on here other than my Bob the Rob book from 3rd grade that isn't fanfiction so I'm really excited to see how it does and what people think about it. Please comment your thoughts and any suggestions/improvements you have for my writing. Based on the song Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

And with that, here it is:

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His thoughts wandered back to those same questions over and over, no matter what. Could he have done something? Could he have helped her? How didn't he notice just how much she was hurting? The love of his life was gone forever, and it was all his fault. His head would go back to the day he realized, the day it was too late. She had always seemed so happy, covering up her sadness to spare his feelings, he guessed. He could've never imagined this happening to him. It wasn't at all how he imagined his life going.

He remembered afterwards finding a shirt she had of her favorite band. It's what she wore when she ran away from home, to his house. She had finally gotten away from her abusive parents after years of him telling her to run. When she appeared at his doorstep he hugged her as violent trembles wracked her body. She was terrified, but she was home.

After becoming accustomed to a new house and new life, to him she seemed more free than ever before. She seemed happier, unafraid of what the world threw at her next.

He must've been ignorant for not seeing the darkness she continued to face. He was blinded by love and could not imagine the bad thoughts constantly running through her head.

There was one night in particular he would hold dear to his heart for the rest of his life. Dinner was being cooked in the kitchen as a playlist of all their favorite songs was flowing through the speakers. There was a pan of boiling water on the stove in preparation of a box of pasta to be poured in.

The couple knew they should be paying attention to the water as to not let it boil over but they were too focused on the other person in their arms. They danced as a slow song came on and moved in sync with the music.

Neither of them were especially good dancers but they both enjoyed it immensely. They continued their careful steps and in that moment they didn't have a single concern in the whole world. That was until they heard water spilling over the edge of the pan and jerked away from each other to turn towards the source of the noise, although after some mild panic and chaos, everything was cleaned up and they laughed over their bowls of pasta at the dining room table.

But that was last month. And now, here he was, standing in that very kitchen picturing the scene unfold before him with a broken heart and tears in his eyes. His vision became blurry but he couldn't let himself cry. He didn't deserve to. He should have realized something was wrong. It was his fault. Yet deep down he knew she would want him to reflect on the good times instead of thinking of all that could've been done. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

And with that thought in mind, he danced around his house, alone, but feeling her presence guide him through it. He was with the love of his life. And her ghost would always be willing to dance.

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I'm sorry for that ending man. It doesn't sound good or really make sense to me but hopefully what I was trying to write comes across lol. Thank you for any support you give on this and hopefully I'll be able to start writing regularly again. <3

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