Ghost lover

You really don't see me do you Chris?

"He's gone the world is saved aren't you happy Chris?"

I look at my hand and wave it in front of him. He doesn't seem to notice.

"Yeah Sheva the world can finally be at peace."

I growl in frustration, I never believed I would go to heaven neither did I believe I would go to hell. I never thought I would die.

"Wesker seemed very determined but we beat him!"

Chris shook his head and looked out the window looking at the volcano. I wanted to shout and scream but it was no use he wouldn't hear me.

"Hi."

I looked and saw a girl with black hair.

"I never thought I would meet another like me.'

She sat next to Sheva and patted the seat next to hers. I sat and asked

"What are we?"

She looked to Sheva and than smiled sadly

"Were ghosts, forever to wander till they forget about us."

"Forget?"

She nodded and looked to Chris

"He is thinking about you even if he hated you he could never forget you it seems."

I smirked but than my smile vanished

"They cant see us at all can they?"

She sighed

"No they cant."

"What am I supposed to do I can't just be here …doing nothing but see him I repulse him. He killed me! I'm supposed to be the ruler of the new world I'm supposed to be."

"Tough luck."

I accepted that I would be at your side till you got over it Chris. There wasn't much I could do other than watch you live your life as mine was at a standstill. Watching you age and turn bitter against the world. But they didn't know the sacrifice you made in order to have the world free of me.

"Chris …'

I always wondered why you never accepted the advances of Jill but its fine I suppose I couldn't bear the sight of you and her. But if you went with her I wouldn't be here now would I? You sigh as if you had the whole world on your shoulders and at a time you did. But not now not anymore now that I'm gone.

"Chris you still think of him don't you?"

Jill the one thing I admired of you during .R.S is your deductive skills. Even if it's the very thing that made Chris despise you.

"No I don't I'm glad he's gone."

For a time I thought you were happy that I was gone. Till the dreams you had. The dreams of me. Each night I saw you would wake up crying your face in your hands screaming

"Why!"

I would look over to see your eyes turn a light blue, till I could see though your mind what the dreams were about. Jill raised her blond eyebrow and shrugged. She wouldn't push any further. She knew you wouldn't tell her anything else.

"You know sometimes I feel he's still here Jill…"

My body began to feel a jolt of energy my power, returning for a bit as it always does when you think about me.

"But he's not you killed him in the volcano he melted to death."

I always remembered my death and I always described it more vividly than her I wanted to say

"I charred to death my very being was turning into a gooey mesh, the ache and burns were like a million lickers, I was dying and you had the audacity to smile."

Chris looked to her and shook his head

"Yea what am I thinking?"

She pulled his hand

"Come on you got to learn to live."

Imprudent girl he can't live without me. That's why he's the definition of living dead.

Chris

If I told you I felt Wesker near me. That I felt his presence everywhere I went you would think I'm crazy. You would admit me to the hospital. But is it strange to think of you're the lover you killed? There I said it he was my lover, he was my everything and I had to kill him. If not the world would be …

"Chris"

I clenched my hands and snarled

"No your not real leave me alone Wesker!"

Barry walked in and shushed me.

"Chris he's gone didn't he tell you?"

I wrapped myself closer to Barry I couldn't live. I got bitterer by the minute; I was turning into something I didn't want to be. Barry wiped the tears from my cheek and shivered.

"Has it always been so cold in here?"

I shrugged I didn't know. I didn't care. Barry looked to me hopelessly, he than sighed

"How about this …we contact the sprits?"

I snorted

"That's bullshit Barry, I doubt Wesker had a soul even."

Barry let his fingers trail to my desk lamp and said

"Chris I just get this weird feeling that… he's here Chris he's with you."

I plopped into my bed and wrapped myself into the blanket. Barry had stood and walked to the door

"Barry?"

Barry turned surprised

"We can try it but could you not open my door without my permission?"

Barry smiled

"Of course Chris."

I felt better with the situation and let myself believe the dreams I had of Wesker…my Albert.

Wesker

If only I was alive to tell you to get on with your life Christopher. That you don't need me to be your sole purpose in life. But to be truthful I don't think I would be able to tell you that…because than you would forget me and than what would become of me? I certainly wasn't going to heaven. I also would hate that you would live on and grow. Raise a family forget me. Forget me….

I looked as you let your beautiful eyes close. I smiled I loved it when you fell it always filled me up with sparks of energy. You would think of me while you slept and at times I wondered what you dreamt of. I wonder if it's the heartache I caused you or the jubilant times we had, as a couple. It didn't matter because tomorrow when Barry called me to talk to you I will be able to tell you so many things. Perhaps make you sane again. But I wasn't that kind Chris. I never was. The night passed and you went on with your day quickly. Than finally Barry came with a round table and the cursed board. He suggested with board first, you nodded and let your finger on the star shaped stone that was clear. You asked quietly

"Who are you"?

I let my fingers wrap around yours and led you to the A than to the L until it spelled my name

"Barry write down the letters the first one is A, than L, B..E…R..T"

I stopped and saw your face switch from emotions at first sad than angry till determined. Barry looked at you his mouth open in shock. You hardly paid any mind and asked another question

"Why are you haunting me?"

I scrunched my eyebrows I wasn't here because I wanted to it was him that wanted me here. The girl who was with Sheva explained that I was here because Christopher wanted me here. I let my hands go quickly hoping he would catch all the letters I chose

" I'm not…here because I want to…I'm here because you want me …here"

You blushed and I stared at you as you let the tears fall from your face. I quickly grabbed Barry's hands and forced him to chose the letters

"Why do you cry?"

Barry said despondently. Chris you looked at the words and wiped the tears from your face and said shakily

"Because you didn't have tears at your funereal."

I growled funereal? You call being rocket launched a funereal? At times I couldn't believe how selfish you were Chris. At your funereal, you will have Cyclamen Flowerson your grave. People will be weeping for you. While I…. they were cheering for my death, they were celebrating that I died. How do you call that a funeral? The anger resonated from my very being I shook and so did your room. Surprised I tested it once more and shook your chair and let things fall to the floor.

"Earthquake?"

Barry asked as I settled down and regained my composure. But Chris you knew better you looked at the fallen items and bite your lip. But you nodded and placed your hand on your cheek and murmured

"Was it something I said?"

Not wanting to talk anymore I spelled out a simple

"Yes."

You looked to Barry and asked in a soft voice

"Can we try the table?"

I didn't want to talk to you Chris and that's when it appeared