I personally don't know what this is. A drabble? A one-shot? I both hate it and love it. :/
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
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Sometimes Danny likes to think about what life was like before the accident. When the biggest responsibilities were merely fitting in (easing loneliness), completing the next homework assignment, and making sure your parents don't embarrass you in public. Sometimes he likes to think about these ifs and could-have-beens, but he's careful to separate dreams from reality. Because if you focus on those ifs and could-have-beens all the time, your life will become nothing but ifs and could-have-beens, and you will die forever wishing and longing and dreaming and regretting.
Sometimes Danny really misses his old life. He misses that so-close-yet-so-far relationship he had with his parents, and he misses spending time with his friends without fear of being called away to fight ghosts. He misses being human, just a little.
But he knows he will miss being a ghost more.
He has heavier responsibilities now, he knows, more burdens, more tasks, more of the weight of the world to carry on his back.
But, if given a chance to be human again, if he seizes that chance, he knows he will miss this. He will miss the exhilaration, the absolutely euphoric feeling in the midst of a battle. He will miss this sudden closeness and understanding to Jazz, because wasn't it this little secret to begin with that connected them?
He knows will miss flying. He will miss the feeling of soaring up into the sky, and he will miss the feeling that tells him that if he merely raises his hand, merely reaches just a little higher, he can singe his fingers on the flames of the sun.
Sometimes, Danny likes to think about all this, and sometimes, he wishes and regrets.
Sometimes, though, he knows that bearing the weight of the world isn't so very bad.
After all, the world, once on your back, seems so small and insignificant when the universe is spread out right before your eyes, just out of your grasp. Watching.
Waiting.