Missing

Missing
One - shot

Breathe, I tell myself. You need to calm down. He's gone and most likely will never run to you again.

He has been gone for eight months now. He hasn't even said goodbye. He just flew away, leaving me with my heart aching and my legs collapsing, practically screaming out his name. I loved him. I loved him more than anything. And if he loved me back, he would have came back months ago.

I don't know where he went. The last time I saw him, he just waved goodbye. He usually looks at me in the eye, smiles, and say "See you tomorrow!" In his cheerful voice I had come to love. But all he did was wave. No smile, no stare, no nothing. Just one simple wave.

Had I said something that offended him? Does he hate me? Is that why he left? Did I hurt him? Is he trying to get his revenge on me? Because its working. It's working too well.

I miss his smile, I miss his laugh. I miss how he stretched out his arm, like he was tired, to put his arm around me. The little fights we have but then he'd knock on my window and apologize, even if its not his fault. He was so sweet. He was my love, my everything. And since he's gone, I'm left with nothing.

The Fentons tried to track Danny down, but it was no use. He was gone and most likely to never return. They thought of moving out, but they couldn't risk the hope of him coming back. So they stayed, but they gave up ghost hunting. They were too sad to hunt any ghosts.

Tucker, Jazz, and I went searching in the ghost zone. We didn't find him. He was nowhere in sight. I suggested we should look further, but Tucker and Jazz said it was too risky. We could get lost. So we turned around and headed home.

He haunts my dreams like crazy. At night, he's all I think about. I dream of him coming back, all happy and loving, stretching his arms wide at me, grinning from ear to ear, wanting me to give him a hug. I would hug him. But every time I do, he vanishes. The warmth and color of him fade and I'm left in the cold dark night. I fall to my knees and start sobbing uncontrollably. I would then wake up with tears in my eyes and stained cheeks and cry all over again.

So I sit in the corner of my room, with my knees against my chest, my face buried in them, crying like a baby. I tell myself to calm down and be the strong girl that I am, but I just end up in this corner again, crying. I loved him so much. He was my one and only. He was my hero.

The room starts to get cold. But not just any cold, the familiar cold. His cold. Whenever he came by in his ghost form, he would feel cold... But also warm. It was a comfortable cold. The cold I loved so dearly.

I picked my head up and gasped. Glowing green eyes were staring into my purple ones. And the first time in eight months, I smiled. He smiled back, which made my smile increase. I stood up. Tears of happiness sliding down my cheek.

"Danny...."
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Soooo how did you like it? Any good? I wrote this in the summer but haven't gotten the chance to publish it. I do have a Fanfiction so I have experience from there. I'm still new to this site so bare with me, haha. I hope you enjoyed!