So these are my own stuff from my human brain and requests so message me who ya want and all that stuff XD Also if you want to read my Luke fan fiction you can. You don't have to. I won't be offended. So yeah message me or whatever if you want an im...
(This will be in Luke's POV) Also, pretend the song Ghost Of You doesn't exist yet, and that some other song is in it's place on Youngblood :D
Part1: Here I Am Waking Up
I was woken up by the sound of my alarm. I rolled over on my bed, turning it off and rubbing my eyes. I moved my head to the side, to look to my right, where that space in the bed was completely empty. That's where my wife should be. But she hasn't been there for a while. Well, she has, but she has not been there when I've woken up. It's been like this for a solid two months. She's become a complete ghost of her old self.
She's been broken ever since everyone but myself and Emily, our 17 year old daughter passed. She didn't have siblings, only her parents and they both passed away due to cancer, and her best friend was in a plane crash. It destroyed her. It all happened in the space of a few weeks. So I guess I understand why, but it breaks both Emily and I's hearts because I know Emily misses her mom, but she's too strong to say it, and I admire her strength.
I sat up properly in the bed, rubbing my eyes and pushing my hair back from my face. I sighed, before getting up and going to the wardrobe, taking out a t-shirt and jeans and throwing them on. It was a Saturday morning so I decided to make pancakes for Emily and I. I was in the middle of making them, when I heard footsteps get louder as they made their way into the kitchen, and part of me hoped it was Y/n, but I knew it was Emily. She was the spitting image of her mother. She has beautiful Y/h/c (your hair colour) hair, that went down a little bit past her shoulders, and blue eyes, those she got from me. "Hey Emmy." I smiled, as she walked in, still in her pajamas.
"Hey dad." She said, and walked over to me, hugging me tight. I wrapped my arms tight around her, kissing her head. When she pulled away, she had a hint of sadness in her eyes. I knew she knew that her mom had left again today. Emily went to sit down at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen.
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When the food was ready, I set them on the table with orange juice and cutlery. I sat down beside Emily and I put on the little tv in the background, for some noise, otherwise it would be too quiet. Y/n made me start to hate morning silence, she started putting on the tv in the mornings when we started living together first, and then I started to do it.
"I guess mom is gone again?" Emily asked, bluntly. "Yeah." I said, quietly. She nodded. "Do you think we'll get her back?" She asked after a moment of silence. I couldn't stop the tears, and when I looked at Emily, she couldn't either. "To be honest, I don't know, Em. I hope so." I finished, and my voice cracked at the end. I hated crying in front of Emily, I don't do it often, and she was the same, but the two of us could just not keep it in these days. When breakfast was done, Em went upstairs to get dressed and then she came down again.
I went to do the dishes, and I saw a coffee cup sitting near the sink, and there was a lipstick stain on it, but it was a little more faded than it probably was this morning.
I wish this was a dream, so that I'd wake up and Y/n would hold me in her arms, telling me that I'd be just fine, but it's all too real.
I sighed again, trying to keep it together while I did the dishes and then I went back into the living room to Emily. She was sitting on the couch, with her guitar that Y/n and I got her for her 15th birthday.
"Hey, wanna sing a song together?" She asked, when I came in. I smiled. She definitely got her love of music from me. "Sure boo. Hold on, let me get my guitar." I ran upstairs, grabbing it from the music room that I have since we moved into the house, and that Emily and I now play music in, or we do it in the sitting room some days, like today.
"Hey, I actually have something, I've been working on something lately. You want to hear it?" I asked Emily. "Yeah." She nodded, excited.
I took a deep breath, and started playing chords, and then started singing
Here I am waking up Still can't sleep on your side There's your coffee cup The lipstick stain fades with time If I can dream long enough You'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine
I finished, and Emily was staring at me, admiringly. "That for mom?" She asked, quietly. She's also amazing at decoding lyrics. She's incredible.
"Yeah." I said. "I forgot I can't get anything past you." I chuckled slightly. She did too. "I have an idea for the chorus." She said, and started strumming. Then she started singing.
So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house With the ghost of you And I chase it down With a shot of truth Dancing through our house With the ghost of you
That was it, I couldn't keep it together anymore. I put my guitar down, and walked into the kitchen. The lyrics she sang were so beautiful, she's so talented, but I was just reminded of her mom, how I just go around the house with the ghost of Y/n, not her entire being.
"Dad?" A soft voice called, and I turned to look at her. Emily had a scared look on her face. "Were the words that bad?" She asked, half joking. I laughed a little. "No, they were so beautiful Emmy but I was just constantly reminded me of your mom. It made me realize that I have not kissed, hugged, touched, felt her in two whole months. And that scares me. I can't even talk to her because I'm never awake when she is." I finished, wiping tears.
"Oh Dad." Emily said, a sorry look on her face. She took my hand and walked me into the living room. She sat us both down on the couch, her arm around me. "I know I'm not mom, and can't give you the same love she can, but can I give you some daughter love? Daughter kisses and cuddles?" She offered.
I smiled. "Yeah, of course." I said, holding my arms out, sitting back against the back of the chair, letting Emily cuddle up beside me. "I love you so much, Dad. Please don't forget that." Emily said. "Oh don't you worry, baby girl, I won't. You mean the absolute world to me." I said, holding her tight, resting my head on hers, and we stayed there. I heard little sniffles, and knew she was crying too, because she had held it together for much longer than me. I just held her tighter as she cried. That's all we could do at that moment, be there for each other, and hope for the best.
