This was originally a songfic but apparently it turns out that you're not allowed to post lyrics so I had to delete that. But anyways, the song was "Still here" by Digital Daggers so if you want, please listen to it because I think it's a really good song and the lyrics are amazing.

The look in his eyes. The way he whispered his last words. How the drops of blood clung to the corner of his lips before dripping down his chin. The forgiveness he seemed to have.

I wake up shivering. Chills run down my back as I try to shake the image of Metias away. But he never leaves. He's always here.

"Why must you haunt me?" I scream at the ghostly image of Metias. Metias never speaks to me, he's always lingering and keeping his ghostly pale lips shut. "Say something!" I beg. "Please!"

Metias doesn't move- he only looks at me sadly with his dark eyes. And so I look back at him in my blurry vision. "Please say something," I whisper.

After an eternity, Metias finally says, "Hello Thomas." His hand reaches out to touch my unshaven face. His touch is light and cool and dead.

"Metias," I murmur, trying to hold his hand, only to find that my hand slips through him.

"It's been so long," he whispers.

"Too long," I whisper back hoarsely. "I miss you."

"Do you really?" Metias asks back. His gold flecked eyes are drowning in sorrow. I nod wordlessly, tears streaming down my face. "I guess I can understand why you did it," he says, gesturing at the wounds still marring his ghost.

I so desperately want his forgiveness, but he's already given it to me. I don't deserve him, I never did. How many long hours has he spent training with me and letting me play with him when we were little? Why did he pick a little poor kid from the slums to be his best friend? After his parents died, he took care of his little sister. How can any of us deserve someone with a beautiful soul? Why would anyone want him dead?

I am the reason he's dead. I am the one who plunged the knife into his chest, the one who watched the light fade from his eyes. And because of me, the Republic has lost a great captain. Because of me, Metias was ripped away from his young sister. It's all my fault.

I don't know how I'll ever live knowing that I killed my best friend and my only love. How can I ever live watching June look for her brother's murderer when the killer was right next to her? I need to tell her the truth. I want to tell her the truth. But I'm too scared to.

Metias watches me thinking. "I just hope you make the right choices," he whispers, kissing the top of my forehead. It fills me with nothing but guilt. Metias steps away.

"Don't leave!" I plead. "Stay with me!"

"I can't stay," he says, tears evident in his voice.

I reach out for him, even if I can't touch him. "No!" Metias is fading away, his transparent figure dimming until he's almost nothing. His eyes and sad smile are the last to disappear. He is only a memory now.

My hands tremble and the hollow, empty feeling returns. I'm all alone. "Come back," I whisper. I look at the spot where Metias was a minute ago. "Please come back."

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