Lachlan's POV
6 months. 6 bloody months without him.
It feels like its been years since i last saw his face. His smile.
Heard his laugh. The way he spoke.
Saw the way he danced. How he danced with me.
Vikk was in a car accident 6 months ago, hit while on his way to see me.
"Lachlan?" Simon said as he entered my temporary room. I look up towards him, smiling slightly.
He's been helping me the most when it came to this situation.
"It's almost time to go to your new house." He says softly. I knew that he was gonna treat me different forever, but i guess I'm okay with it.
"Yeah I know," I mumble to him, getting out of bed. I yawn loudly, rubbing my eyes.
"I had a dream of him last night," I mumble to Simon as I throw on a shirt. "Yeah?" He asks, sitting on my bed.
"We were driving. In a car." I breathe, starting to feel a bit dizzy.
After this, i haven't gotten in a car at all. I walk everywhere now, and if its too far, then its not important enough.
"Oh Lach. That's shitty. Are you ready to go in the car today?" He asks, making my anxiety spike. "Sorry." He flinches slightly.
"It's fine. Yeah I'll be good." I put on a bright face.
"The movers will be here soon, I'm gonna go wait for them." He says, exiting my room.
I wait until he's gone completely to open my anxiety pills and down two.
Hopefully this will keep my anxiety at bay for at least today.
-Time Skip-
"That's the last of the boxes." The worker says. "Thank you," I mumble, closing my door and looking at the mess of my new apartment.
I start moving around boxes and trying to organize this.
Organization wasn't my strong suit and it still isn't, Vikk always did that for me.
The move on its own was uneventful. No panic attacks or nervousness.
I guess these pills really do help with my anxiety.
As i fix up my new apartment, my phone plays our song.
I stop in the middle of this box filled room. The soft melody plays as i close my eyes.
I remember back to the time that Vikk and I were dancing in our house together.
Our feet moving together as we sway back and forth between each room, laughing and kissing each other.
It hurt my heart badly, but as soon as i knew it, i was back there.
I was dancing through my new apartment hearing the loving beat of the song ring through my ears. I can't believe he's gone.
I can't believe that i can never dance with my boy like this again. The music stops, causing my dancing to cease.
I breathe deeply as a tear rolls down my cheek, eyes becoming blurry. I pick up my phone and find my earbuds.
When I open Spotify, I knew I was going to be dancing around the house for a good hour or more.
I miss him so much. I knew this wasn't the end. It couldn't be.
I'll keep dancing with the ghost of him.
