I don't own Danny Phantom, just my imagination.
I stood there staring at the stone before me, tears falling heavier than the rain. Everything was unreal, like I wasn't there, like this was all some horrible dream. A terrifying false reality. A nightmare.
None of this could be real.
It just couldn't.
I sob harder as I remember his face. His forlorn grin before…
Oh god!
This couldn't have happened! I…
There's a thunderclap overhead and I turn my face skyward.
It was like the whole world had lost its light. Its reason for clear skies had vanished. Its joy was gone.
He was gone.
Oh god!
No. I couldn't…
I sobbed harder as I traced his name with my fingers.
Both names.
The boy. The ghost.
How? How did I not see? I didn't even suspect…
It replayed in front of me like a film. I shot, he fell, exhausted from some previous fight.
I should have seen…
He had stared wide-eyed as I pointed the gun straight between those green orbs. I hesitated for only a moment. If I had just thought. If I hadn't been so vengeful.
So blind.
But I shot. I fired a deadly weapon at the being at my feet, ignoring his protests. His cries of innocence. I shot him.
And he had screamed. Screamed and writhed in agony before me. There were tears in his eyes. He had been in so much pain.
So much pain.
And, disgustingly, I had enjoyed it.
Then the rings of light had appeared and he changed. Changed from a thrashing, screaming, white-haired ghost, to a motionless, defeated raven-haired boy.
My friend.
I slammed my fist on the wet ground, splashing myself with mud. It couldn't be.
It couldn't.
I had stopped, but too late. He looked up at me and I had never felt so terrible in my life.
"I-I'm sorry, I…"
Sam was there in an instant. She was crying, gripping his torn shirt as though letting go would let him slip away.
"No! Please be alright! Please!"
"S-Sam? I-I want to-to tell you… I… I love you," he whispered softly before his breath came no more.
"No! Don't you dare!" the girl began pounding on his chest like a desperate madwoman, "You can't go!" She slumped over the body, her head on his unmoving chest. "I love you," she whispered, tears streaming from her eyes. "I love you, and I always will."
I just stared, horror-struck at what had happened. At what I…
We stayed like that as the coming storm settled in. Through the sky, the world wept for its fallen son.
I hugged my knees close, crying even harder. I hadn't cried like this since my mother died. I felt so lost. So alone. So weak.
Sam glared at me. Her eyes were lavender pools of raw liquid hate. If she had disliked me before, it was nothing to her unadulterated loathing of me now. Her words swam in my head.
"Are you happy now? You bitch, are you happy now?"
It couldn't have happened. It couldn't…
No!
I sobbed harder, curling into a ball on the ground. Far from the confident hunter I had been. I couldn't believe… no…
I loved him. I hated him.
The boy. The ghost.
And now he's gone. His laughter, his smile, his lively eyes.
All gone.
Forever.
Oh god!
Forever.
The boy. The ghost.
The friend. The hero.
Gone.
And here was the cause. His killer. His murderer. Sobbing on his grave in the deathly cold rain.