Elizabeth P.O.V
My entire body tenses up when I hear a voice. It's Jamie's voice. I was sure that I was hearing things until I looked up and saw him sitting right in front of me.
"Jamie!" I exclaim while hugging him.
"You can hear and see me?" he asks slowly after a moment.
"Yes! You're okay! I was so worried!" I reply while continuing to hug him.
His skin is colder than ice. It makes me shiver and sit up. Hugging him makes me feel like I've just hugged a huge block of ice.
"You're freezing," I say, trying to warm myself back up.
Jamie sighs. "I know... I guess that's part of being dead," he mumbles.
This is the moment where I lose hope. I haven't gotten Jamie back. He's still gone. This may not even be happening. My mind could be tricking me into feeling better when in reality I'm just losing my mind.
"If you're dead then this isn't real... I'm just imagining you're here with me... I'm truly going insane without you..."
Jamie P.O.V
Hearing Lizzy call herself insane because she can see me hurts. It makes me think that she doesn't think I'd come and see her. I would visit her all the time, but unfortunately, it seems as though she thinks that I am a figment of her imagination.
"Lizzy, I am here. I might be dead, but I'm still here. I'm not fake or imaginary. Please believe me," I tell her, hoping she will realize that I'm not gone like she thinks I am.
"No, you can't be real. Jamie is dead. You're right in front of me. My best friend died last night, right in front of me. You aren't the real Jamie. He's gone and he's never coming back," she replies stubbornly.
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "What will it take to prove to you that I'm not just something you made up in your mind? I'm real, not physically at times, but I'm still roaming around this place for whatever reason."
"Well, it can't be something I know, because if I know it then you'll know it too. Tell me something only the real Jamie would know," Lizzy says, crossing her arms.
This whole thing is slowly becoming more and more childish, but if it gets her to believe me then so be it. I think for a moment before knowing exactly what to tell her.
"There's a box in the very top of my closet. I've never told you about it, but it's there," I tell her.
We both get up from the floor and walk to my bedroom. Lizzy opens the closet and peeks up. She's rather short, so it could be difficult for her.
"I don't see anything."
I am a good bit taller than her, so I see and grab the box easily, setting it on the floor. "Told you it was in there."
She rolls her eyes and opens the box. There's not too much in there, just small things I've collected over the years; pictures, some dried out flowers, a few foreign coins I found; little things that others would find to be completely useless.
"This is neat. It's like a memory box, isn't it?" she asks while still looking through it.
"Yes. I just figured it would be nice to have some small things that are from different places," I explain.
She closes the box and pushes it to me. "It's yours, you should keep it."
I slide it back. I know that I will not be able to keep it. I would rather Lizzy have it anyway. It will be safe with her.
"No, you keep it. I can't anymore. I can't stay in this house forever. Eventually, it will be fixed up and sold again. I know it will be safe with you." I tell her.
She shares a small smile and picks up the box gently. She has always gentle with things that didn't belong to her. She is very considerate when it comes to the property of others.
"At least you're still here where I know you are... I'm not sure I could keep on going if you weren't here... You're my best friend and you're always there for me... Even after death, it seems like," Lizzy says softly, looking up at me.
"I'm not going anywhere, Lizzy. I care too much. You're my best friend and I'm always going to be here, whether you realize it or not. I would never abandon you just because I died. It's going to take a lot more than that to drive us apart."
Lizzy laughs quietly and smiles. It's nice to hear her smile, even after all that has happened. It tells me that she isn't a total wreck, which is good.
'I'm going to stay by Lizzy's side for as long as she needs me. Even if she lives to be a hundred I'll still be there right next to her. Even if everyone thinks she is crazy for talking to her best friend that died in 1920, I'll be the one to reassure her that she's not. They just aren't as open-minded as she is. Lizzy truly is a very special person. The bond between us seems as though it is stronger than ever. Nothing is going to tear us apart, not even death.'
Lizzy hugs me again, surprising me. I figured she wouldn't want to touch me because I'm so cold, but she must not care anymore. I wouldn't care either. A hug is a hug, even if you technically are hugging a ghost.
"Don't ever leave me, Jamie. I need you."
"I won't ever leave you. If death won't get me away from you then nothing will. It looks like you're stuck me, Lizzy," I joke, seeing her smile.
She was always one for a good joke. Even if our day had been terrible, a good joke would make it better. It's nice to know she still has a sense of humor.
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A Century of Loneliness
Romance*Written in P.O.V format* Jamie is a young man who was born in 1900. He is now twenty years of age and the year is 1920. By this age he should be getting married and starting a family, but he doesn't think he's ready for this. His best friend is a...
