•𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔• |LP|

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I wanted to see the boys, hug my best friends again, but I can't. It would lead Caleb right to them, and I can't let that happen.

Popping into a familiar home, I sat down on the counter as I watched her pass with food in her hands. God, how I wish I could hug her.

Emily set the food down on the table for her family. "But, mom, this again?" The younger girl whined. "Yes, Angel, now eat your food." Emily sighed, I could tell Emily was having a rough day.

My heart stopped as I realized what she had named her. Looking around, there were photos of the three of us everywhere. How come I never realized?

"Angel, leave mom alone. You know what today is." The older girl nudged her sister. Jumping off the counter, I made my way over to the empty seat. "What's today?" I asked despite knowing they couldn't hear me.

Where I was sitting, I realized there was a plate in front of me. The small paper read 'Auntie Angel' in neat handwriting. "What's today?" The younger girl asks.

"Angel-." The older one tries to scold her. "Jordan. It's alright. I can tell she doesn't know. It's the day my best friend passed away, 25 years ago." Emily looks down at the spaghetti. No, no. She named her children after us.

"Emily, please." I sighed, trying to rest my hand on his arm, but it went right through. Emily's head immediately came up.

Noticing the candles in front of me, I exhaled and blew them out to let her know I was here. The three of them stared at the candle. "It could be the draft?" Jordan shrugs. "No. I know what it was." Emily looked at me, surprisingly. Furrowing my eyebrows, I waved. In return, Emily smiled and looked down at her food.

Can she see me? Is that why she reacted like that? Biting my lip, I began to stand up. "If you can hear me, I'll be back later." I smiled before moving to my next house.

I was now standing in Emily and Mitch's living room. The two of them were watching TV. They looked so different, but they kind of have to. It's been 25 years, Angel. Not everyone's going to look the same.

Looking around, I saw photos of me and the boys all over the place. Right by the door, there was a photo of me and Luke on our homecoming night. Oh my, that night was so much fun.

"Angel! Luke's here!" My mother yells down the stairs. Smiling, I smoothed my dress out before beginning to exit my room.

"Coming!" I exclaimed, nearing the stairs. Taking my first step, I saw Luke's shoes at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you seriously wearing vans?" I chuckled. "Yes! What about it?" Luke laughs. The foyer room's light began to hit my dress as I came down the stairs.

"You look so pretty!" My mom exclaimed as Luke finally came into view, my brother beside him. The two of them had their hands over their mouth. "Nuh Uh! I don't want you going out looking like that!" My father exclaims as I took the last step off the stairs. My parents begin to argue as I neared the boys. "You look beautiful." Luke takes his hands away from his mouth and places his hands on my waist.

"You look great too." I smiled, leaning up and hugging him. Luke gently sways us back and forth.

"Oh, I have something to show you." I smiled as I pulled away slightly, but not enough to make his arms unravel from my waist. "What is it?" Luke's smile became larger as I pulled away.

"I have vans on too!" I smiled as I pulled up my long dress slightly. "Our matching vans too, oh my god." Luke laughs as I dropped the dress.

Turning back to Emily and Mitch, I saw they hadn't moved. Sighing, I passed them and made my way to Luke's room down the hall.

Phasing through the door, I saw they hadn't changed it at all. His posters were still posted all over the room, photos of the two of us were on his nightstand, everything was in tact. It's like his room froze when everything happened.