The white sheet laid over his over his still body. It had been a couple of minutes since his dead but she refused to believe it. She just wanted him to get up and open those beautiful eyes but it wasn't happening. He was gone and not coming back. Tears leaked out of her eyes as the doctor slung his arm over her shoulder. She pushed his supportive hand off and out of the hospital to mourn.

Months passed and she refused to date anyone else. Everyone from her family to her friends and even complete strangers that knew of her situation told her to simple but heartbreaking words: "Move on". Whenever told she would walk off and retreat home to look at the memories they shared while tears ran down her face.

Years passed and she had not completely moved on from him. She didn't cry anymore but she still missed him with all her heart. Everyone else forgot that he existed as their way off moving on but she didn't. For her, he was liked a limited, one of a kind artefact. To her, he was irreplaceable.


A/N:

Me: Okay. First things first, I don't own Danny Phantom. Secondly, I love to keep you guys guessing so it can I wrote it like this. Thirdly, angst day is on Wednesday and I can't wait to upload those! Even though, if you know me, I prefer humour and romance. Anyways, thanks for reading and here's a cookie.