Septiplier One Shots

Ghost

Jack has been dead for about 4 years now. He was my fiancé at the time when he died. He was in a plane flying to LA to visit me and for PAX. The news said the plane crashed because of unknown reasons. I was furious and depressed. They never found his body in the crash. Nothing was the same. Chica didn't know why Jack wasn't there anymore. Everyone was so depressed when he was announced dead. His channel still runs. But not a video has been posted since.

Ever since then I haven't been the same. Everyone moved on but me. After the accident I tried uploading regularly but my schedule eventually started falling apart. My sanity was going away. I felt even more depressed than ever. I stopped going outside. I stopped talking to people even friends and family. My money went down. I only used the little money I had on Chica. I tried getting jobs I ended up getting fired after a month or so.

My electricity gave out. I ended up loosing my home. I couldn't live without Sean. I couldn't forget about him no matter how hard I tried. He always came back to my mind.

I had a small apartment. I had to give Chica to Matthias, who was the only one who I could trust in LA. I would visit her every week. I made sure she knew I still loved her. Just like Sean.

I couldn't drink to try to forget whatever happened. All I could do was smoke. So I started smoking. I didn't get into drugs I just bought cigs and smoked all the damn time. I didn't want to get high because I knew Jack would be mad at me. I smoke cigs because I knew Jack would've done it with me. In high school he did drugs smoked and drank so he knew how to handle things.

The apartment was creepy at night. I didn't pay rent too often so the lights would shut off or the water wouldn't work. At night sometimes doors would open or lights would flicker on. I didn't mind it, knowing that nothing could hurt me more than I'm already hurt.

Very rarely I would hear voices and whispers, the weren't creepy at all. They were sweet and loving whispers. When I heard those whispers and giggles on those nights I would have dreams of Sean. I had dreams of Sean every night. But when I heard those whispers, the dreams were different.

It was like I could actually hold him and touch him. Normally he would just be a figure or a shadow that my hands just seeped through. But the dreams when the whispers came back I could actually feel him, his warmth, his skin, his hair, his body. I could talk to him and he could respond back. But when I'm about to wake up he puts a finger to my lips and shushes me if I'm talking. "I gotta go babe, but do me a favor and be positive for me today." He always said that, sweet as honey and smooth as butter. His accent would be soft but noticeable.

But I'd wake up before I could get a chance to respond. And I would realize it wasn't real. He wasn't at my side cuddled up to the sheets thinking they were me. His soft snores didn't fill the room with a relaxing tone. His right hand wasn't holding mine when I woke up. He wasn't there.

I was trying to sleep. It was 3:02 AM. I still couldn't get myself to keep my eyes closed. The whispers were louder and the giggles were more noticeable. I got out of bed and went to the living room hoping to watch some TV to drift off to.

As I stepped in the room bright figures were on the couch. I stepped back frightened. But as my vision focused the faces turned out to be me and him in our house. Sean. It was like a memory. He was sitting in my lap peppering kisses all over my face. I was happy. He was happy. We were both smiling. The giggles became faded as the memory vanished from my vision.

The giggles then came from the kitchen. I quickly whipped around and saw the bright figures cooking. He was sitting on the counter stirring something in a bowl. I was making something like frosting or whipped cream. I put some on his face with a giggle.

He gave me a challenging giggle as he put some on his finger and wiped it across my nose. "Now you're Marked!" He joked happily and continued stirring whatever was in his bowl.

The figures vanished once again. Then I heard voices coming from the guest room. I walked to the room and found him laying on the bed naked. I was taking off my shirt as he watched. "Are you sure you want to do this now?" He asked. I nodded and hovered over him.

The memory vanished quickly. I went to the dinning room and sat at the table, not looking up at anything. I sat on a random chair and buried my face in my knees.

When I looked up he was there. Sean was there. Sitting at the other end of the table. He was pale and bright. His figure was glowing in the darkness. His elbow helped his hand prop his head up to look at me. My eyes locked with his. Sean's eyes were still a beautiful ocean blue.

"Hey markimoo," he cooed. My eyes dilated to a large size. He talked to me. He saw me. I felt myself move closer to him until I was sitting in the chair next to him. My hands moved to his bony hips to gently placed him in my lap.

I could touch him. Feel him. Talk to him. He could hear me. He could feel me. I was confused and happy at the same time. "I love you babe," he said gently. I felt tears beginning to run down my cheeks. I broke down and hugged him tightly. "I love you too I miss you so damn much," I sobbed into his shoulder.

He rubbed my back soothingly in circles. He began kissing all over my face before going to my lips. We shared a passionate, loving, long lasting kiss. My grip tightened around him. But I felt his lips fade from mine. His figure slowly vanished and everything went dark. "I gotta to babe, but do me a favor and be positive today," his words rang through my mind.

I shot up out of my bed. My hands clutched the covers tightly. My breathing hitched rapidly. Once I calmed down I looked at my nightstand. There was a small note with letters written neatly "Mark."

I picked it up and unfolded it. "Dear Mark, I love you with all my heart. Everyday I want to be with you. Everyday I want to feel your arms around my waist. I want to hear you say 'I love you' and I want to feel your lips on mine. I miss you so much and I would do anything to come back. ~Sincerely Sean William McLoughlin~"

I started to cry so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors would hear me. I cried into my pillow to contain my constant sobs. "WHY WASNT IT ME?!" I shouted into my pillow.

I remembered his words. "I love you babe." His voice rang through my mind. "I gotta go babe, but do me a favor and be positive today."

I nodded even though no one could see me. I set down the card and started my day but not like the other days. Today was different. It was gonna be different.

A/N: yay second chapter. This ones longer so be happy I didn't cut it off short. Hope you liked it! This one shot has been on my mind forever and I finally got to write it so yay! K bye. 1350 words.