Downfall of thy deviants child

Part 16: the haunting

-chris's point of view-

i felt her presents surround me as i sat on the floor of our children's bedroom. both our son and daughter where sound asleep in their beds and i as normal couldnt sleep. since her death i couldnt sleep, it had become a thing of the past. i sighed lowlly getting up and walked out of the room, closing the door till just a crack of light would be seen from the inside. turning i went into the studio part of the house where we had spent so much time togther. it feels like im drowing in the past, drowing in the memories of my beloved muse and in truth i wouldnt have it any other way. sitting down i woke up her laptop and open the recordings she had done on her own. the slience in the house was definating but in another way it was comforting. 
just as i was about to play the lullaby she wrote (daddy) the power went out and i sat there not paralized in fear but paralized by the quiet comfort of the darkness. she was here, i knew that much. then i herd it... i herd her vocie in the childrens bedroom. i know she had said a long time ago that some of the spirts that stayed in this realm was because they wanted to stay near what they love but i hadnt believed her and now? i believed her. i couldnt make myself get up, my legs had become jello and my heart was racing without a finish line in sight. taking a staggered breath i laced my fingers around her misfit pendent that i was wearing (i had buried her with my misfit pendent so that she would always have apart of me with her.) and looked up to find her standing in the door way. she was leaning into the door frame, arms folded across her chest and she was smilling the same smile that i had fallen for all those years ago. "m-muza*?" i lowly asked she nodded her head striding towards me. i didnt move, i couldnt move for i felt as if i had lost the will to move.  she chuckled and perched herself on my lap like she used to. "it's me dearest chris." she said brushing strands of hair away from my face. i smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist. it felt so real and i hoped it was real. then it hit me that she was wearing what ashley and i had buried her. the black lace dress that gave anyone who saw her the impression that she was siren and the misfit necklace i had place around her neck before we closed the lid. "oh my dearest muza, i love you so" i murmured letting the tears fall. she didn't say a word just let my head rest against her chest and her nimble fingers ran through my hair. i couldnt live without her that was for certain and now whither this was a dream or not i couldnt let it come to an end. her soft lips brushed against my forehead as she murmured something i will never forget. "i am with you always, no matter how far apart we may seem dearest chris. i love you so much and i'll always be watching i vow that." with another kiss from her lips on my forehead she had vanished from my lap and left only her hand print over the place where my heart had once rested. tears came fast and hard; how could i have been so stupied to let her go to her bio-parents house alone? how could i have been so stupied to let her slipe through my fingers? it was my fault that she was gone and i couldnt let her down once more. "ill raise your children my muza with more then my best i swear that." then all returened to normal.

{*muza- romain word for muse}