Shoey One-Shots! DISCONTINUED

His Ghost

//Inspired by The Rise of the Guardians, Shane's music video "Maybe", and Youtube's The Zombie. To find out what Shane's crying voice is, look up on YouTube "RIP Grandma Dawson".//

I'm still here.

I never went on.

Even after watching his heart shatter into pieces, I couldn't go on and let him move on.

I still belong to him.

I died about a year ago when I accidentally drank too much at a bar. I felt it was necessary to drink until I forgot, that night.

After all, it was all my fault that he was mad at me. I could have just left the subject, but no. I just kept pressing him.

I was sitting at the table, watching him eat. Not very much, but it was something.

God, he looked so depressed. I only wish I never started all this. Then I would still be with him. I'd be the one to take away his razors, make him eat more food, tell him to shower, that everything was gonna be okay. That I'm here.

He sat there, picking at his eggs.

The only food he'll eat now are eggs, chicken, and my smoothies.

The only things he watches on tv are the Amazing Race and My Neighbor Totoro.

He now listens to Lana Del Rey, Panic At The Disco, and Walk the Moon, nothing else.

I feel horrible. It hurts me to watch him suffer over me. I'm here, but he'll never see me.

If I leave, then he gets over my death and forgets about the pain. He'll move on.

Honestly, I really don't want that. I'm still his, and I can't survive without him. He's my second piece. He's a part of me, and I of him.

He even still wears the ring. I proposed to him four years ago. We got married not long after that, and we were happy.

I watched him as he stood up and went to the bathroom. I followed, knowing what he was going to do. This was his habit.

Every morning, after eating barely anything, he sits in the bathroom and leaves four cuts on his arm. Then he cleans them and goes back to sulking around the house.

I know why only four. Not just because we had four years of marriage.

Four was going to be the size of our family. We were planning on having two kids together, a boy and a girl.

But that never happened.

I sat on the counter, watching my one true love, slice four cuts into his arm.

I felt little warm moisture on my cheeks. My hand instantly touched my cheekbone, and I realized I was crying.

Just the sight of only his arm was enough to tear me apart. 365x4= 1460 cuts. They were all over his arms, thighs, and hips.

Tears streaked my face as I watched him carve my name into his thigh, in a spot where no other cuts were. This was new... Why has he cut my name...?

Oh... Today was our five year wedding anniversary.

This was too much. I ran from the bathroom, passing through two walls on the way, to the yard.

And I screamed.

I screamed and cried for every second of pain that he endured. For every second of pain that I endured by watching his pain.

I fell apart, sobbing my eyes out. No one could see me anyways.

After a few minutes of embarrassing hysteria, a sudden hiss filled my ears.

My wails instantly stopped, fear and confusion filling me. Something felt different.

After waiting for a few minutes, I decided I would go check on him. I went to go through the wall, but my face hit the brick.

"What the hell...?" I muttered, slightly dazed.

I took the door, shrugging it off. Maybe I lost some of my powers from being here too long.

I went back to my spot on the counter, sitting cross-legged, watching him clean the bookshelf.

As soon as he turned around to face me, his jaw dropped. The book in his hands fell to the floor with a loud "bang".

Tears were falling down his face in an instant. He gasped and stumbled backwards, never breaking eye contact with me.

I sat there, watching him, wondering what was going on. Could he see me?! No...

"Joey?!?!" He was sitting on the couch, tears streaming down his cheeks, shaking and shuddering.

He. Saw. Me.

My jaw dropped, and I hopped off the counter. This won't be permanent. I know it. It has to be because it's our anniversary.

"You can see me?! Shane..." I reached out and touched his cheek. He touched mine, calming down. His sobs turned into ragged sighs.

"Joeyyyy...." His mouth slowly formed the sounds for my name, as if he was just learning my name. His voice slipped to a whimper, and he broke into tears.

He flung himself into my arms, crying again. I hugged him so tightly, I hope I don't hurt him...

"Please don't cry..." I murmured, pulling away to cup his cheeks. I stared into his eyes, amazed and freaking out. I'm finally able to touch him... My wonderful husband.

I grabbed his scarred arms and looked at them, and back to Shane.

"Baby... Please stop... I'm here now... I love you." He watched me, tears streaming down his face, as I kissed each and every scar on his arms. That was about half the amount of his scars in all.

"I'm sorry, Joey. I love you, too. I missed you.." He sucked in a ragged breath. "... S-so much..." His eyes glistened with tears, and I teared up as well.

"I never left you... I was never gone. But I still missed you all the same."

He was sniffling and trying to pull himself together.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

His stuffy crying voice was the last straw for my emotions. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I leaned in, pressing my lips against his.