A/N: I'm starting another fanfic for Ghost! This is going to be chapters of either Molly's or Sam's POVs in different parts of the movie. Read and review! I don't own Ghost or any of the characters!

Molly POV

Sam and I were on our way home from the movies and suddenly we could sense that a guy was following us. "What should we do?" I mumbled to Sam.

"Let me handle this," he said back.

We turned around to see the creep pointing a gun at Sam's face, demanding money.

"Sam, just give it to him," I said. Money could be replaced, but Sam couldn't be. He glanced over at me for a second.

"Okay, just take the money, just leave us…" but Sam didn't actually hand over his wallet, and they struggled as Sam tried to get the gun away from him.

"No, Sam!" I yelled, but the guy hit me and Sam pushed him against the wall. I was so scared.

"No! Sam! Somebody help us! Please! Sam, just… somebody! Somebody help us! Sam, listen, just stop it!" Then I heard a gunshot, and the guy ran off. My world came crashing down as I saw Sam fall to the ground, blood pouring out of him. I ran over and held him in my arms. I tried to stop the bleeding but I just ended up with my arm covered in his blood. I was scared to death. I couldn't lose Sam, I just couldn't! I started crying and kept trying to call for help. I looked down at him. "Sam, come on, hold on baby…" I started to panic. I was losing him! "Somebody help me! Anybody!" I cried desperately, and finally a couple of guys ran over.

"Take it easy, all right?" They told me. I sobbed, I couldn't take it easy; Sam was dying!

We finally got him to a hospital and I waited anxiously to find out if he would be okay. He had to be… I need him…

Please don't leave me…

The doctor came in and shook his head. Sam was dead. Nothing they could do. Sorry for your loss. I left the hospital in a daze. I've never felt so empty in all my life. Sam was really gone forever… I would never see him again. He was more than my boyfriend, he was my best friend. I wanted to marry him, but now it's too late. I'd never hear his laugh again, never see his smile, never hold his hand. Never kiss him again. I told him I wished he would say he loved me more often instead of just saying ditto, but I'm going to miss that too.

It hit me even harder when I walked into the dark, empty apartment. Tears filled my eyes and I went up to the bedroom, not knowing what else to do besides try to sleep. I picked up one of Sam's shirts off the floor and I hugged it close to me. It still smelled like him. It was the closest I could get to ever hugging him again.

I laid down in the bed. Just last night Sam was holding me in his arms… I shivered. It seemed to be so dark, cold, and empty without him here. I cried myself to sleep.