Ghost

Epilogue III

                                  Spencers POV

     I laugh.

     And I laugh.

     And I laugh.

     I laugh until my sides hurt because they can now, for some reason. I laugh until I can no longer stand. I laugh until I'm literally rolling on the floor, barely able to breath.

     Do I even have to breath?

      And that thought alone has me laughing even louder.

     The irony. I'm back to thinking I'm tripping. There's absolutely no fucking way this is real. Now either someone really is messing with me, or I must be high out of my mind, literally. And I can't lie, I don't even feel real anymore.

      But.. I still need answers.

      "I'm a ghost now? Like for real? A real ghost?" I know I'm pretty much just asking the same question but this is wild.

     "Yes."

     Damn.. the insane amount of irony right now. I know I keep repeating myself. I fought my whole life; from becoming the ghost, to being the ghost, to trying to make the ghost disappear, to trying to make up for what I did as the ghost.

     Now I am just literally a ghost.

     Who knew all I had to do was die to be a ghost? I wasted all of that time.. I'm sorry I'm using weird humor to try to get through this.

      "How does that happen? Does everyone turn into a ghost when they die? Is it permanent?" I have so many questions.

      "You aren't suppose to be a ghost. No one is. You did something when you died so part of you kept living. Or.. there's something pulling at you from earth, still holding onto you. I'm not entirely sure of the details, it's a little above my pay grade. But it has to do with you being able to hold the infinity stone."

     And I smirk. Which turns into a smile.

     Because I know exactly who is holding onto me.

     I gave Nat my heart and soul. And I knew she took that job seriously, but damn.

      And I let out another chuckle.

     But the thought of my wife.. my daughter. My family.

     "Huh. So, what does this mean? What can I do? Can I see my family?" I'm getting excited at the possibility but the look on her face says I shouldn't be.

     "You can see them, yes. But they won't know you're there. Your physical body is gone."

     Oof, she didn't even hold back. I go to say something but she cuts me off, "I know you can see your body and I can see your body, but the living can not."

     I immediately deflate. Great. So I get to watch my family suffer? Knowing I can't do anything. I don't want to do that. I don't know if I can.

      "I know it's not what you want. But you are suppose to be fully gone. At least you can watch over them, be with them."

      "But they won't know that! I'll just be watching them fall apart and then watching them move on! I'll be watching my daughter grow up without me! She'll never know my voice! Maybe even watch my own wife move on to someone else! How am I.. I can't do this." I can't stop the anger or the sadness from pouring out of me. This is tearing me apart. Now that I can feel shit again it seems to be all I can do.