NO CALLER ID - brallon

v 10.0

This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream. This. Is. A. Dream.

That was all Brendon could think about while he was on the ground and crying. He tried blinking his eyes and harshly pinching his skin to attempt to prove this was just a dream.

But each try failed and every time he looked at the ghostly figure, it hurt to hold his stare.

"Brendon." Dallon called him.

That voice was stabbing his throat, he couldn't speak back. He didn't want to look at him. If he did, he would have more guilty than he was now.

"Brendon, can you please look at me?" He spoke softly as usual, could he even describe it "as usual"? Dallon's dead for God knows how long.

He struggled to look up, not wanting to believe that Dallon had died. However, he managed to do so.

There he floated on top his own grave. Dallon didn't have any open flesh wounds which Brendon was happy about. Dallon still somehow preserved his beauty and Brendon was feeling so many emotions at the moment.

Before Dallon could speak, Brendon jumped up and ran toward him to hug him. That didn't work, though, as Brendon gone through his body and onto the hard, cold ground.

"I'm still a ghost, remember?" Dallon spoke as he turned toward Brendon's direction.

Brendon sat up right and his heart was swelling with a sadness. His long time crush was dead and he never knew.

"H-how...? When..? Dallon, why didn't you tell me?! Why?!" The living screamed out of his built emotions, his hands digging into the dirt and throwing it at the ghost.

"Thanks for the dirt but...well, I should start from the beginning. You're one of the few people who deserve to know." Dallon sat on his gravestone and put his palm on his chin.

"Okay, so, think about this, I was driving with a good friend of mine to a venue and it was nighttime and quite dark. It was odd since there were no other cars around and no lights either. Actually, if I tell my death story like this, you might die of boredom. Basically, a car chase happened and we were in the middle of it, so, we got shot. And we got shot since the cars in the chase were shooting at each other...so, is that good?" Dallon asked and all Brendon could do was nod.

"Good, y'know those two criminals that I asked you to kill off? Great job on that, by the way. I found out they had killed my friend and I. I really couldn't tell you since those criminals basically hid the fact that we died. This is why you never found out and why I was absent in your life...but then again, you never really wanted me in your life, right?" Dallon bitterly spoke, not looking at Brendon anymore.

"N-no, I just..." Brendon bit his lip, a large wave of guilt washing him over.

"Look, I get it. If you didn't like me, you could have told me."

"I-it's not like I hate you or dislike you! I actually...actually lik-" Brendon was cut off.

"Like me? Yeah, I figured out that when I was alive. Continue."

Brendon began to blush, Dallon knew. "Then why didn't you say anything about it?" Brendon questioned.

Dallon took a deep breath, "I didn't believe my assumption. For the longest time and I still think so now, you hate me. Which is why I assumed that was never wanted to hang out. You didn't call me. Not even text me."

Ouch, Brendon's actions have begun to have consequences. He didn't mean to do any of that, it's just that...he had other plans.

"If you thought I hate you, then why call me and ask for help?" Brendon asked with fear to us response and his body slightly shaky.

"Because I still love you."

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Tension,,,?? Argh, I finished my essay for school but I feel like this one is pretty rushed too, sorry, sorry...I'm really sad that this story's ending soon, but, hey, I got a new one up and will update soon called "A PAIR MEANT FOR HELL". So, yeah, thank you for reading and I love you!