Greece One Shots

Ghost Of You

A/N: Omg so I read through the comments on my last part... YOU GUYS! 😂 sorry I didn't reply to any but there was so many comments with you guys arguing who bottoms that I couldn't be bothered scrolling through (dw I'm not complaining, it was the highlight of my day ngl😂). I was laughing so hard at all the comments tho, keep em coming! (Also, this isn't at all inspired by the 5SOS song just so you know :)) Anyways, It's not very often I write a whole one shot in one sitting but I was really enjoying writing this one... Even if you won't enjoy reading it... Good luck and I hope you enjoy!

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(Reece's POV)

I miss him, I miss him a lot. Every day since he left, since he broke my heart and walked out of the room without returning, I've missed him. It's been months and it still hurts like it did the moment he left me standing there alone. After everything we went through, he just left. I go through my days with the memories of everything we did together running through my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I can't escape them.

I opened my eyes in the morning, looking at the empty space next to me. I can still picture the way I'd tickle him when he wouldn't wake up. His laugh like music to my ears, his sparkling ocean blue eyes lighting up like they did the first time we said those three little words, his sweet voice telling me to stop because he couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. But then I remember, he's not there anymore. I can no longer hear, see or feel what I heard, saw and felt. I'm just staring at my cold bedsheets.

I get up and take a shower, feeling too much space around me. I can still picture how he'd hog the water. He used to draw in the fog on the shower door, writing me cute little notes and giggling as he wrapped his arms around me while I read them. We used to get up to a lot of mischief in here. Now? Now I stand under the hot water until it turns cold, staring at the fog on the shower door, remembering all the good times we had in here. All the good times, they're gone. He's gone.

I get out, dry myself off and walk downstairs to make breakfast. I enter the kitchen and immediately picture all the mornings we spent in here. We loved making pancakes together, even if we burnt them cause we got distracted making out. I can still see the way he'd wipe the mixture on my nose and laugh at the sight. The kitchen always ended up a mess but we always ended up with smiles so it didn't matter. But then I remember, I'm staring at my clean, empty kitchen. So I walk to the fridge and make myself some cereal... Alone.

After breakfast I decided to go for a walk. I somehow happened to pass the park we wanted to get married in. It had beautiful gardens with roses and lilies, beautiful and sweet, just like him. I can picture his bright, sweet, heartfelt smile when I picked out some flowers and handed them to him. But soon, the flowers started dying along with the sight of our love. Because he left me. And now I'm staring at a park that to me, means everything yet nothing, but for everyone else, is just a park.

I walked home and into the living room to play some video games, immediately remembering how that crack in the tv screen got there. We were playing Fifa and I lost, I got mad and threw the remote right into the tv screen. We both froze for a moment before bursting into laughter because that's what we always did, laugh. We ended up in so many fights but I didn't mind because I got to put my hands all over him, as he did to me. And it always ended with I love you's. Now when I see the tv screen or the broken remote, I think back to that moment. But then I look to the empty space next to me and remember, these are only memories now, no longer moments. I'm alone. I'll always be alone.

Once I was done there, I went to the fridge to get some leftover pizza for lunch. Every time we ordered pizza we'd have the same argument. He'd always ask for pineapple on his pizza but I wouldn't let him. We'd play Rock Paper Scissors to see who got their way and when he'd lose, he'd pout at me with those puppy dog eyes he does. I'd often end up giving in, my heart melting as he cheered excitedly over pineapple. But now I open the box to see my plain and boring pizza. The physical image of him jumping up and down disappears and I suddenly miss pineapple. I miss him.

After lunch, I curl up on the couch under blankets to watch a movie. So many nights were spent in this spot watching a Star Wars marathon. On movie nights, we'd alternate between Star Wars and Harry Potter so we both got what we want. He'd set up the movie while I made some popcorn. We got more popcorn in our hair and on the floor than we did in our mouths but maybe that was the point, he always complained about my cooking. We'd snuggle up side by side and tangle our legs together so we didn't get cold. But in this moment, I walk back to the living room with popcorn to see a black screen. I never know what movie to watch anymore. I turn the heating up to replace the warmth of his missing body and move my legs freely under the blanket. I can barely finish the popcorn by myself, feeling the need to poor the rest on the floor to replace the past image replaying in my head. But it's still not right. Nothing's right anymore, it hasn't been since that day.

Once the movie ends, I take twice as long putting everything away as I don't have a helping hand. I go to the kitchen again for some dinner, remembering all our dates we had over dinner. Like the time the power went out so we bought takeaway and had a romantic, candlelit dinner. I can still see the look on his face whenever I'd compliment his cooking. It made him so happy and that's all I ever wanted. His lasagna was always my favourite. I'd laugh at his reaction when I told him I smelt something burning just to see him run. He'd walk out of the kitchen glaring, knowing I'd tricked him. But he'd never stay mad, how could he? We were so in love, I thought we'd get through anything. But now I actually can smell something burning because I got lost in thought, picturing all these precious moments. I walk over to the oven and pull out my cheap, burnt 5 minute meal. I sit at the brightly lit dining table to eat. The only time the lights are dim these days is when I have a bad headache from crying all night and all day. Because the love of my life broke my heart, and now I have no one. Sometimes it kills me, it hurts so bad and all I can feel is pain. But other times, all I feel is numb.

Usually after dinner we'd play a board game or a card game but I can't do that by myself so I decided to just go to bed. I stroll into my bedroom and undress myself, something he used to do for me. I crawl under the sheets and close my eyes, feeling lost without his soft skin pressed against mine or his breath lightly tickling my chest. My arms feel confused, unable to wrap around a warm body other than my own. No more 'sweet dreams' or 'goodnights'. Just a lonely boy aching for some rest he so desperately needs.

But my mind wanders to the moment he left, the moment he shattered everything we had and left me broken. "You'll find somebody else." he told me. "Or maybe, just maybe, instead of finding someone else, I'll be stuck with the ghost of you everywhere I go." I told him in response. And now, that's the only thing that's right. Because everything feels wrong without him. "Please don't leave me, I'm begging you." I pleaded, I begged, I did everything I could. But he still left. He said his final words and ever since then, this is how my days have been. Stuck with his ghost, with the memories, with a shell of who I used to be but can no longer be without my rock, without my world, without my George. "I'm sorry." He told me, and I never saw him again.
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A/N: Yeah so even though this one is sad, I really like it. I wrote it whilst listening to Black & Blue off Connor's version of the day edition album which if you've heard it, is quite an emotional song. Tell me your thoughts? I'd love to know! 💭❤️