The day I died

A New Way of Life

In the beginning I wasn't sure if Damon realised that I was haunting him. He never paid attention to the small things I did. Sometimes I would get really angry and smash a glass. He's barely blink an eye of course because generally those situations only happened when he almost drank himself to death.

I never wanted someone so strong to just give up. That's not fair. It's not fair on everyone else. All our friends and family, they lost one of us, they don't want to have to lose the other.

One night I swear he saw me. I was standing behind him as he stared into the mirror. His eyes drifted to where I was and I swore we had made eye contact. Sadly... That wasn't the case.

The first time he finally realised I was watching over him was where he had a gun to his head. I had screamed for him to stop, to put it down, to walk away. I knew he wasn't going to be able to hear me but I tried. After all my screaming I cried and fell to my knees. All of my emotions must have made it through though. The windows bursts open and gushes of wind swept into the room. In that moment he dropped the gun and looked right at me. I must have crossed into a state where I could be seen and heard.

"Ella?" He chocked out. My smile grew and my eyes continued to tear up.

"Yes Damon." I said my voice sounding soft after not hearing it for ages.

"You're a ghost?" He said with joy and confusion covering his face. I thought he would be able to realise that: yes, I am a ghost and yes, I'm haunting you.

"I've been watching over you since my death. I'm so sorry I didn't make it." I could barely get the last few words out after being held back from speech and not being able to say sorry.

"How come I can only see you now?"

"I have no idea. I think all my emotions and all of my screams somehow are a big part of it. It wasn't until you put that gun to your head that I realised now is the best time for me to communicate with you. To get you to stop. I didn't want us to go all Romeo and Juliet." I giggled at the last comment even though I thought I could cry a river of I let myself.

"Are you going to be able to stay like this?" He seemed to glimmer with hope at the question.

"Possibly."

"Can I touch you?" His voice broke a little.

"You can try." His hand came towards me shaking. If it were the other way round I would be nervous too. As it was about to touch my arm he pulled back. Then after a deep breathe moved forward again and punched my arm.

"Ouch." I harshly hissed at the slightly painful contact.

He began to tear up. His hands soon were wrapped around me. He was really warm. I guess when you dead you are cold like ice.

His shivered a little after a while. I knew I was cold. His hair on his arm then stood up and he let go.

"Sorry. You are just so cold. You took all my heat." He said trying to manage a smile. I never knew how warm human bodies were until that moment. How loud a heartbeat was. How much work is being down to keep one person alive.

"Before you go again I just want you to know-" his voice faded as I began to feel myself drift away from that plain of existence. I tried to using my emotions to get myself back but it just made me cry instead. Whether they were of joy or sadness, I couldn't tell.  

"I'm sorry that our time was short Damon." I whispered to myself.

"I think I can still hear you." Is the next thing I heard.

"Damon. You can hear me, but you can't see me?" His head went up and down to confirm what had been asked. Red eyes and rough hands searched for me.

"I can be that little voice in your head now." I said with a slight chuckle and a lump in my throat. Never thought I would ever end up saying that to anyone.

"I like the term angel on my shoulder better." He said giving a small grin that hadn't been present for so long. Tears gathered in his tired eyes. He always was a fan of angels and believed in having an angel watching over him.

"Fine. I'll be your angel."