Love Hurts (Lesbian Stories) *Completed*

Am I Dreaming?

Hanna

10 years later...

I stared at my laptop screen, strange as it may seem my actual job now is a vlogger and blogger, something I enjoy. I have caught up with Yas many times through this actually as she too, is a blogger. I looked around at the house that was mine to call home, and yet it felt so empty with out her here. Sighing I shut my laptop down and made my way to the kitchen where I found Krissy. I smiled at her "Hey kiddo, what you doing here?"

She stared at me with wide eyes "Mummy, who's that girl?"

My breathing hitched as I saw the photo she was pointing at, she knew of Shane, Yas and Tom but I'd forgotten to put that picture of me and Kylie away. I sighed as I picked my daughter up "Krissy you remember when I told you how I fell for my best friend?"

She nodded, her eyes shining with tears as she mumbled "Is that Shane's sister Kylie?"

"Yes," I breathed, she buried her head against my chest as she quietly cried. Krissy was my own flesh and blood and I'd had her at just 18 she wasn't planned by any means but she was the best surprise ever. I glanced up as I heard footsteps, a smile appeared on my face as my boyfriend came in. He smiled at me "You ok love?"

I nodded my head as I stroked Krissy's hair, she whispered "Do you love daddy, mummy?"

"Krissy!?" he shouted alarmed, I chuckled as I smoothed her hair down, "Krissy my pet, I love your father but there's always going to be a part of me that loves Kylie, the girl who was my best friend for as long as I can remember."

She sighed happily "I'm glad mummy,"

I looked at him "Jake can you put her to bed please?"

He took our daughter from me as I turned round to pick the photo up I stared at the two girls, she was still here in my heart. Walking into the lounge I made an incoherent noise, as I stared at a ghostly figure. Of a girl who was 16 and had black hair and blue eyes, her smile showed her dimples as she watched me, she put a finger to her mouth as if to tell me to be quiet. A pen and paper floated in front of her as she began to write, as soon as the pen stopped moving it was flipped around so that I could read it.

Hanna my love, I am so proud of you, as a ghost I watched you all; I heard the speech and it brought tears to my eyes because I wasn't worthy of your love or friendship. Not after I left you, to tell you the truth there was a small part of me when I had taken the pills, that told me not to, that I should live but I ignored it. I'm glad you found love, and I'm so thankful he treats you right and just remember who you're meeting up with this week. I'd say give your daughter my love, but she may not understand that ghosts exist yet. So tell her that if I were here that I love her, always and that her middle name Kylie makes me happy that you deem me worthy enough to be remembered.

I felt tears trickle down my face as I looked at the girl who was my best friend, who was dead and yet here she was as a ghost. She smiled at me as she dipped her head then walked backwards beginning to disappear, I whispered loud enough for her to hear "I love you Kylie, even now, I still love you. You have no idea how much you meant to us, even now you are in everything I see. You never left me...and never will best friend."

I noticed a few tears fall onto her cheek as she met my gaze, the pen was flying again on the paper and then I read it once more.

I must go and visit the others, but you will see me once more, you all will and so will your families, warn them that I will be there. Tell them that I am ghost but I am still me, they may be wary at first but I needed to say goodbye before I move on.