《Newtmas Oneshots》

The Ghost of You

(Dylmas)

Thomas's POV

People think I'm crazy. I've been sent to multiple mental health hospitals in an attempt to make me stop talking to him, but what they don't know is that he is always with me. He follows me wherever I go and he is my constant companion. I love him, and he loves me. Dylan O'Brien is a ghost. He died of cancer two years ago and ever since he met me, we've both been complete. Even though I can't touch him, let alone kiss him, we fell in love with each other's personalities. I love him.

"What're you writing Thomas?"

I jumped and slammed my journal shut and turned around. There stood, or floated rather, my ghost boyfriend Dylan.

"Nothing, Dyl." I say.

I flopped on my bed and patted next to me. Dylan came and 'sat' down next to me.

"So, what's up?" I smile.

"Nothing much. I missed you, though." He pouted.

"You saw me two hours ago!" I chuckled.

"But if felt like forever!" He said dramatically, placing the back of his hand of his forehead.

"You're so weird." I laughed, standing up and walking over to my mirror and fixing my hair.

I felt that familiar chill go through me. I saw Dylan's almost see-through face poke out of my chest.

"You know that looks really strange when you do that, right?" I smiled.

"Yeah, that's why I do it. Plus, you said you like it when I pass through you. Gives you the chills." He winked.

I blushed and turned around, looking out my window. I saw Dylan's arms wrap around my waist from behind. I wish I could feel his skin, his lips, his perfect face. The only way we can express out love is by saying it out loud. That still doesn't give me much reassurance though. He might have other guys who can see the dead in his heart. He could even be with other ghosts. I sigh, and walk out of his chilling grasp. He furrowed his eyebrows, knowing I was thinking about something.

"I'm thinking about it, you know." I saw after a moment's silence.

He tilted his head, "Thinking about what, babe?"

"Killing myself. So I can finally be with you." I whispered.

"No. You can't. I want you to live the life I didn't get. That's why I need ypu to keep living, not only for you, but for us." He said, placing a cool hand on mine.

I felt better for a moment. I could do this for him. I could keep living for him. But, when his hand went through mine and into the bed, all my hope left once again.

"I don't think this is working, Dylan." I say, burying my head in my knees.

"W-what?"

"Our relationship. I need to be comforted and reassured that you love me."

"I do love you! I tell you that every day!"

"Not in that way. I'm sorry, Dylan, but it's just not working out." I say, trying to keep my tears in.

"How can you possibly say that! Before I came, you were just some stupid depressed kid! I made you feel better! I comforted you throughout those long and sleepless nights! How can you do this to me?" He yelled.

"I'm sorry, Dylan! I love you, but it just can't work out!" I yelled back.

"I stopped you from killing yourself! God, I should've let you die!"

Dylan froze, realizing what he just said. I felt the tears I held back rush down my face.

"Tommy, I'm so s-"

"No! Shut up! Leave me alone!" I shouted, running out of my room.

I heard Dylan call my name, but I didn't look back. I ran down my stairs and ran outside. It was dark, so I couldn't see where I was going.

"Thomas! Look out!" Dylan screamed.

I turned around and saw a car coming straight at me. I felt an intense pain in my chest and then I heard a crash. I saw Dylan's beautiful face above me, his mouth was moving, but I didn't hear anything he said. All I heard was a high pitched ringing. Then all went black.

***

"Thomas?"

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting them to the bright light overhead. I opened them fully and saw Dylan leaning over me.

"D-Dylan? Is that you?" I said roughly, as if I hadn't talked in a while.

"No. You can't be here. They said that you would make it!"

"Dylan, what are you talking about?" I said, standing up.

My legs gave out from under me and Dylan caught me. I felt his warm skin on my waist and on my arm. My mouth dropped open in shock.

"I- I can touch you..." I whispered.

I looked at Dylan again, he wasn't transparent anymore. He looked like a normal human being.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Thomas. You're dead. After you where hit by that car, you were in a coma for two months. The doctors said you would most likely make it, but apparently not..."

"So, I'm dead?"

He nodded and said he was sorry. I felt more tears gather in my eyes and I hugged my boyfriend.

"At least I'm with you. I still love you, Dylan." I cried.

"I love you too, Thomas."

He pressed his lips to mine, and it was even better than I imagined.

Sad yet happy one! I got feels while writing this one. I wanted to slap Dylan or something. XD

~October