Don't Forget Me

Chapter Eight (Dylan)

I feel weaker each time that girl and I visit. My legs keep failing me whenever I get to the lake, my vision gets all blurry for a few moments, but it's all worth it if I get to see her.

The cat seems to really try to help me, although being a four-legged feline doesn't work out as well as one would hope. Nevertheless, it's the thought that counts.

Her reflection, though, is crying, concerned for me, and possibly scared to tell me something important. It's alright, I'm pretty sure I'm aware that I'm suffering from something, that I'm dying somehow. No one needs to tell me the obvious.

Dylan. Are you sure you are okay? she asks me through sign language.

"Yeah, I promise. I'll be here longer than you might think, heh heh." I responded, soon erupting into coughs.

She started crying again.

"Don't cry, Ash," I spluttered. "You know me, I'm not the type of person to just give up. I have fans out there who miss me."

Is that really why you choose to keep living?

I thought for a moment, and answered. "In all honesty, no. I wish I didn't have any fans. The real reason I'm surviving is thanks to you."

She kept weeping, but I could see a small smile plastered on her beautiful face.

No, she responded, the real reason why you're dying is thanks to me.

"That's funny. You give me life and death, putting me in this coma," I wheezed.
"But in this endless dream, all my wishes have come true. I don't have annoying fans, just you, Tartar Sauce, and me. I used to have people around, but they ended up disappearing from me. That's when I figured it out."

What if I tell you I'm a ghost?

"Then all the more reason to love you."

She blushed, wiping away her tears and smiling at me. Her smile is amazing.

Too bad I only get to see it for a few more days. I can feel death drawing near.