A/N: shauna also lived in the place where professor juniper lived in my other one-shot
This is our story.
This is a love story.
This is a story about all the ghosts we ever loved.
The way she used to look at me. The way her eyes sparkled when she did. The way her hair shone pure gold under the sun. The way her smile lit up the night. The way I felt when I looked at her.
That was all in the past. Now her smile lit up another region, looking at another guy.
I tried.
I tried to wait for her letters, calls, emails. But they never came.
Shauna always told me never to give up on hope, never to lose sight of the future, even when the waves are about to swallow you, and I tried- I really tried. But now I'm losing sight of the horizon. I think it's because I'm drowning.
We were second-time lovers (when she told me about her first, I wanted to kill her). She loved a boy who never had the courage to tell her how he felt, even if his hair was as bright orange as it could be.
I loved Serena, I admit. I wanted to marry her, to take her home with me. But I knew her heart belonged somewhere else.
I think about Serena too much. Shauna said I dwelled too much in the past, that I should move on. She told me to find things for yourself, not to just wait for them.
Shauna had more spirit than Serena ever did.
She lived in a place where teenagers were drunk and had drug-filled minds, where adults had their brains filled with grey dust, where children grew up not knowing what "emotion" or "colour" meant anymore.
She spoke out. She tried to bring back some light into this dark, cold world. She tried to bring back what remained of the people there, but they were all empty with hollow eyes and all she did was break herself down.
her streets were dangerous. I asked her why she still put up with it. She was the only one there who still had colour.
She told me she wanted to look for hope, what remained of beauty. She didn't want to lose her colour. She thought too much, they said.
I thought she was beautiful.
Shauna was never strong. Her power lay in thought and word and colour, the way her voice carried so much emotion and colour and her eyes so vivid.
The people there had no conscience, they faded away into nothing day by day, they had no blood left to flush their faces, while the children bled out their souls from beatings of a corrupted mind. That town was doomed to be that way, just another pretty fact on the news. Shauna was like that, bleeding and beautiful, but she spoke with a level of power in her voice at the age of fourteen.
She is dead now, and there is no one to take her place.
I visited her house, or rather what remained of it. her parents didn't know who she was, they were drunk and mad, and I ran. I didn't know how she could stand it.
I saw her grave, the ugly stone that lay there with her name written on. They said a boy shot her on the bridge and she fell onto the rocks.
I hate to think of her broken and weak and battered. Shauna was someone strong. Shauna always smiled and her eyes always shined. Her light would never fade, but it already had. It had disappeared from the surface of the earth.
She had spirit, and they carried it to the grave.
You know, I'm not really gone. Her voice echoed in the rain, clean, clear, beautiful.
Shauna? I whispered
Who else did you think it was?
but you're-
I can still talk to you, can't I?
I've been waiting for this to happen.
I should've told you sooner Calem, but I- I loved you.
You know, Shauna, You just made my year.
I'm glad.
When can I see you again?
Someday, we'll meet. But before that, you have to find yourself a new tomorrow.
