Ghosts are real, you idiot

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He decided to go home an hour later. The office just kept bringing memories that were once fun and wonderful but have now gone cold and miserable.

He sat on the floor in front of the couch with one knee up and his arm resting on his knee. His brain had gone empty and he felt.... nothing. He couldn't cry anymore from sadness nor anger. Hell, he couldn't even be angry anymore. Sara came in later, dropping her stuff by the door, and then sitting on the couch next to him. They both sat in silence as she rubbed his shoulder. "He will be missed greatly, Shane." She said, breaking the silence as she got up and headed to the kitchen. He just nodded. He didn't feel like talking despite him usually always talking. He suddenly remembered last night, how she left her wallet and keys on the table and left the garage door open. "Hey Sara?" "Hm?" She hummed as her answer. "When you left last night, you left your wallet and keys on the table, did you mean to?" He asked as he looked at the table as if he was envisioning the scene. "Nope. Complete accident." He couldn't tell if she was lying or not but he didn't really care. He stood up and slowly moved to their room. He laid in their bed and stared up at the ceiling, memories were flooding in his head. From their ghost hunts to just hanging out in private. He started to softly sob.

He missed Ryan Bergara.

One Year Later
"Today marks the one year since Ryan Bergara died and I thought that Ryan would love nothing more than one last episode on him. Today we go to his old apartment where apparently neighbors claim that they still hear him walking around and laughing." Shane starts. He already feels his chest tighten. He knows he won't be able to make it through without crying but he wants to do this as a way to keep Ryan's memory and love alive. As he went up the stairs,Before he went in, he said to the camera, trying to keep a happy facade "his murder is still unsolved. Of course his is unsolved." Shane opened the door and he was hit with memories. He looks at the sofa and remembers the late night movie binges that they would have that always ended with popcorn everywhere and both of them on the ground laughing.

He walked in further and saw pictures of Ryan with either his family or his girlfriend at the time. He picked one up and stared at it for a second as he felt a tear roll down his cheek. "You want to keep going?" Tj whispered to him. Shane just simply nodded, putting down the picture, and wiped the tear off. "Apparently the most active place in this place is his room" Shane said as he walked into Ryan's room. It's already been a year but somehow the room had his scent. "Even though I hate this thing, it wouldn't be a Ryan episode without it." He said, chuckling to himself as he turned on the spirit box. Shane sat on the bed as the spirit box made a loud noise before settling to the normal static. "Ryan!! Are you here?" Shane yelled over the static of the box. ".... yes" He was shocked but he didn't think it was him. "Say my name, scratch me, hit me, do whatever you please to let me know it's you, Ryan!" He yelled again, trying to keep his confidence high so he didn't break down. "... sh.ane..." it sounded broken but it always did. He doesn't believe in ghosts are real but he thought he could hear his friend's voice through it. He did not want to believe it was real. "You're not here. Ghost aren't real." He said, more to himself. "Bull.... shh... it." He lost all his confidence and had to look down and breath so he didn't break. "... don..'t cr...y big.... guy" Shane threw the box on the bed and stood up. He almost started to hyperventilate. "How am I not supposed to?" Shane whispered to himself as he hid his face in his hand. He heard what sounded like someone slowly writing but he didn't want to look up. He felt something tap his shoulder. Shane turned around and looked at the paper that was on Ryan's bedside table. "Ghosts are real, you idiot" Shane chuckled to himself and wiped the tears off his face. "Only you are, Ry.... only you are."