Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night crying.
It's because a lot of things, but one thing in particular, one thing that haunts you after all these years.
You walk over to your desk, and pull out picture.
The picture you keep away most of the time, trying to forget and mask the pain, but when you start breaking down, you need to look at in again.
The face of your beloved Marceline. Before she, she-
You start sobbing and sniff the shirt, the shirt has the scent of your love when she was still alive. You sleep with it every night. It's the only thing you allow yourself to hold onto.
Then you feel a presence beside you. You look up, and the tears start up again.
The ghost of her, except with hauntingly pale skin. Her ghost has visited you ever since she died, but you know the ghost isn't real, your just hallucinating.
You hallucinate her a lot, and you often respond and talk to her, but you've stopped doing that, because it isn't healthy to encourage the hallucinations.
"What are you doing here?" you say, "GET OUT!"
"Why?" Marceline says, "I miss you Bonnie."
"I miss you too," you say, "But I can't keep talking to you. YOU AREN'T REAL! I CAN'T GO CRAZY! IF I DID MY KINGDOM WOULD BE LOST WITHOUT ME!"
"Wait, what did you say?" she says quizzically.
"JUST GET OUT!" you yell.
"Whoa, calm down," she says, and she puts a hand on your shoulder, which makes you feel so good because you miss her touch, but it's wrong.
"What do you mean I'm 'not real' " she asks.
"Your just a hallucination." you say, "You really died years ago."
"Wait, you-" Marceline looks like she's realizing something, "So that's why you've been so cold to me since I came back, you think I'm just a ghost haunting your imagination. But Bonnie, I'm not dead. I mean, I am dead, but I'm not gone. I was turned into a vampire."
"No, your not really here!" you say, pounding you fist against your head, trying to get back to reality.
"Bonnie," Marceline puts your fist down, "Could somebody who's not real do this?"
And the Marceline is kissing you, and all the memories come flooding back, and it's all too real to be a figment of your imagination. She's really here.
When she pulls away you're crying, and you hug her tight.
"Your really here." you whisper.
"Yes, I'm really here Bon." she says.
Then you're lying together on your bed, and your pulling her close as if she might disappear if you don't.
"Don't go." you say.
"I'm not going anywhere." she says.
As you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, you say,
"Please be here in the morning."
"I'll be the first thing you see when you open your eyes." she says.
"Don't ever leave me." you say.
"Never," she says, "I promise."