The one thing you need to know about this one-shot is that the table used is a black bench that when you sit down as use the table it leaves a make of a peachy colour of where you used the table and also where you sat. If I find the pictures I'll put links on my profile. (Imagine a black park bench that leaves peachy coloured marks when you get up from the table.)

You watched the sight before her. You watched her sit at the table with tears falling down her cheeks as they reflected the glow of the sun.

You Walked up to the table and sat down next to her wrapping her arms around her.

"What's wrong?" You asked while trying to comfort the crying woman next to you

She didn't respond though instead she kept sitting there bawling her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She bawled and you sat there confused what she was going on about so, you sat there with your arms wrapped around here and kissed her on the forehead hoping that, that would comfort here.

You soon realised that nothing was working and, for some reason, she didn't notice you attempts to calm her and kept bawling her eyes out apologising every few minutes .

"What's wrong?" You finally asked again hoping that you would finally know what was distorting your girlfriend.

She still doesn't respond to your questions and you getting more and more desperate to know what was wrong. You wanted to help her but nothing you were doing was helping her. Nothing you did, nothing you said and you felt pathetic for not being able to help. You felt pathetic because she was ignoring you when all you wanted was to help.

You watched as she slowly rose from the table and lifted her legs over the seat to get out of the way of the table.

You looked at the marks of where your girlfriend was sitting and noticed the wet patch of where her tears were shed.

You watched her walk away from you and you decided to get up and follow her to try and get answers.

You walked up next to her and you silently pleaded that she would tell you what's going on.

"I'm so sorry, Aria." You heard her say as she finally dried her tears away.

"What's there to be sorry about Spencer?" You asked desperately wanting to know what you did to her.

That's when you looked to see where Spencer was looking at and that's when you noticed it.

You couldn't see the marks of where you sat and everything clicked together in your brain.

She was crying over you because you didn't exist anymore.

You were dead and there was nothing you could've done about any of this as, to Spencer, you were never even there.

You're just a ghost and you watched to love of your life bawl her eyes out because you're dead.

I blame tumblr for this.

Anyway, let me know what you thought of this.

-Guessmename (waddles away)