This is a repost.

Originally titled Eternity, Lilly Truscott dies at a young age from cancer, and finds herself stuck on earth, haunting her boyfriend because he can't let go of her. LOE.

YAY.

Sorry, but I loved this story.

I'll post the next few chapters soooooon.

-Emilie

I lay in the empty hospital room. I was flipping through the latest Game Informer. Miley had sent it to me. She had been so amazing of a friend to me. She had been so amazing of a friend to me. I was really sad that I had to move.

My mom and I moved to this small town in New Jersey where there was a good hospital for Leukemia. I have it if you are wondering. I'm being treated with Chemo now, but its not helping much.

I haven't had most of the normal side effects of chemotherapy. No hair loss. No stomach ulcers. Just being tired all the time. And sore. And cold. Constantly.

So now I'm laying here.

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Joe's POV.

"Is this the place?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. Emily's Home." Kevin said "Lets make these kid's day." He clapped his hands together and the three of us went inside the hospital.

Through out the day, we saw tons of kids who had cancer badly. When we made it to the forth floor, I spotted a girl.

She was laying facing the window. All I could see was her long blonde hair. It was rather golden. She was smaller than most teenagers. Much smaller. Not even petite, just smaller. And she was frail. I noticed a nurse near her room and walked over.

"Um.. Excuse me…." I asked her. The nurse was short and normal sized. She had soft caramel skin and warm brown eyes. Her hair was pulled up and curly. She wore pink scrubs.

"Yes?"

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Oh, this is Lilly."

"Whats her story?" I asked nicely. We were allowed to ask cause its why we were here.

"She's new to the hospital. About a week."

"Is that why she still has her hair?"

"OH, no. She just doesn't have that side effect. She just moved over here for this. She was diagnosed about four years ago. She one of the children we call 'on the edge'. Its terrible, she really is a sweet girl."

"On the edge? What do you mean?"

"She's been in chemotherapy for about two years. It takes everything out of you. She's one of the strongest patients we've had, but she's not going to last that much longer."

"She's going to die?"

"Yes. Her case is fatal, I'm afraid."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Sure. Hold on." She walked into the room and spoke to the girl. I saw the girl nod and the nurse waved me inside. I walked in and the girl turned to me.

"Joe?" She asked weakly.

My Lilly?

Her face was drained white and tired looking.

"Lilly Truscott?" The nurse went out of the room.

"What are you doing here?"

"My brothers and I are visiting some of the kids here." She nodded. "So… you have…"

"Its called Leukemia. And yes. I do." She sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

"For four years?" She nodded again. She looked so helpless and weak. "Is that why you broke up with me?" She sighed, and nodded again.

"I didn't want you to have to lose me." She said.

"Lilly, you could have told me."

"No. See that would have made you feel sorry for me." I nodded.

"I understand that." I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Kevin and Nick standing there.

"Hey. Whatcha doing?" Kevin asked. I moved so they could see her. Her face somewhat lit up when she saw them.

"Kevin? Nicholas?" She asked. They both hugged her.

"Lilly… you have…" She nodded. "Wow… I never would have expected that."

"I'm sure. How are you guys doing?"

"Good. How are you?"

"Well…" She sat up a little. "Its not much longer." She said with a sad smile.

"Til' what?" Nick asked.

"Until its all over." She said, same smile on her face.

"Don't be like that…" Kevin said.

"Its ok. I've been fighting for years, and… I just don't see a point anymore. Fatal is fatal. No biggie."

"Its dying, Lilly. That is a biggie."

"Not really to me. I can't take the chemo anymore. My body always rejects the bone marrow."

"Bone marrow?"

"Yeah. Leukemia is basically bone cancer. Or blood. It means my bone marrow is dead, and my blood is poisoning me." She smiled again.

"Why are you so content about this?"

"I've lived with this stupid disease for four years, and I'm over it." She shrugged. "So how are you guys?"

"We're good. Just trying to make some kids day."

"Its really cool that your doing that."

"Thanks." There was a knock on the door. The nurse had returned.

"Lilly, we need to take some blood, are you done?"

"Um… yeah. Sorry, guys." She said. Kevin and Nick hugged her and the three of us left.

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The next morning I wanted to visit Lilly alone. I went up to the forth floor and found her room. It was empty. The bed was made and the flowers that used to be sitting on the nightstand had disappeared. I saw a nurse walk by.

"Excuse me, Nurse, where is the girl who was in here yesterday?" I asked. She looked into the room and shook her head.

"Oh, Lilly? She passed away just last night. Terrible." She had a thick Irish accent. I nodded and looked to the room. I went inside and sat on the bed.

The air was dry and unappealing. It smelt of death. If you know that smell. How funerals and cemeteries smell.

I didn't know what to think. She was… gone?

Dead.

Death. It's a hard concept to grasp. She's not alive anymore. Its not like I just won't see her again. Nobody will.

"You don't have to be so depressing." I heard a girl's voice whisper. I spun around to see a girl sitting on the ground cross legged.

Lilly?

"Lilly?" I asked. She looked brighter. Her face was a shade of warm peach and he was wearing a little bit of make up. She was wearing a black pleated skirt and a white t-shirt with a vest over it. She had a pair of black high top converse on.

"Yes." She said she stood up and sat down next to me. "What? You don't recognize me?"

"But… I thought you were…"

"Dead?" She laughed. "Of course I am." I looked up at her.

"What?"

"Joseph. I am dead." I stood up and faced her. She was smiling widely at me.

"Then how….…are you here?"

"Its your fault, jerk." She said laughing. "You had to show up."

"What are you talking about?"

"You had to keep me here."

"Keep you here?"

"Yeah. I can't move on cause you couldn't let me go."

"So you're a…."

"Ghost? Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. You never get hungry. You don't have to walk anywhere if you don't want to." I was speechless.

"Did I scare you?" She asked. I nodded slowly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I just looked at her. "Please say something."

There was a pause.

"I don't know what to say." I finally said. "Your dead. Like… not alive. Like…dead! Dead, Lilly!" I started pacing.

"I'm aware of this."

"How long are you here? Can anybody else see you?"

"I don't know. I don't think anyone can see me though. I went to my house to see my mom and step dad. Neither noticed me there." She said, shrugging.

"Well… can I touch you?" I asked.

"I don't know." She held out her hand. I waited a second, then moved my hand towards hers. She flinched, moving her hand back. "I'm not sure about this."

"Don't worry." She nodded and held out her hand farther. My hand crept closer to hers slowly. My hand swept through hers. Her smile faded. "Its ok." I said.

"I just wanted something that felt like being alive again." She said, almost crying. I wanted to hug her so bad.

"I'm sorry…"

"Its ok." She said standing up. "What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean by that?…"

"Well.. I'm dead. My mom said that my funeral isn't for a few days. And standing in my old hospital room is a little pathetic on your part." She said.

"Um… I guess I should get home."

"Ok. I'll meet you there."

"Um…" I started. "No. Can you come with me?"

"Yeah. Sure." She smiled and walked to the door. She waved a hand for me to follow her. I walked after her down to my car. She waited patiently in front of the door.

"Its open." I said walking towards the car.

"Joe. I can't. My hand will go through it."

"Oh." I said. I walked over and opened for her. She sat down the car and I closed it. I got into the drivers seat of the car and put the key into the ignition. I looked to Lilly. "Lilly… Am I dreaming?"

"No. I don't think so. I'd pinch you, but… you know." I started to drive.

"Yeah. I just… You're dead. And you're a ghost, haunting me."

"I'm not haunting you! I'm just not able to move…. Ok, so I'm haunting you. But its not in a bad way."

"Yeah… I guess." I turned back to the road.

"Joe… I'm sorry about this."

"Sorry about what?"

"Weirding you out like this. I'm sorry."

"You aren't weirding me out…" I said, totally lying.

"Joe… yeah I am. You know it."

"Well.. Kind of."

"Its ok. I'm sure if you haunted me I'd be freaked as well." I glanced at her.

"Don't worry. I'll get over it." She smiled.