This is a story written by myself (Julia) and MyImpossibleLove (Jessica). The story is going to change POVs, just a warning.
Jessica's POV written by Jessica and my POV by me.
I'm on my way again, to send you another letter... I wish you'd respond...
I just walked into your house, and it's the same as usual. I don't think I need to describe it to you... But I've delivered my note again. They're stacking up on your little box. I wish you'd come out and read them. I prayed to God the other night, asking him if you'd at least know I miss you... I don't think he heard me.
Like usual, I sit on the nearest chair and gaze at your little house for hours, praying and thinking. I don't feel anything anymore, unless I'm talking to you. I'm sorry my letters come late sometimes. All I do now is lie in bed, wishing you were here. My mom tries to comfort me, but nothing will help anymore. I want to die but I don't want to kill myself. I just want to lie in bed forever, looking at the Kurama poster you bought me.
I hate eating or going to the bathroom. I think I look sick... but I don't care about that either. I want to sleep forever... Everything feels cold and dark, no matter where I go. The only escape I have is my dreams of happier times.
Well, I don't want to worry you. I'm gonna go home now and sleep more. Maybe you'll visit me in the dreams like I asked God for. He hasn't been responding to me lately...
I hate goodbyes now, so I'll see you later.
It was becoming incredibly frustrating for me. No matter how hard I tried, no one could hear me or sense my presence. The pain was almost unbearable... You'd think with my being dead and all, I wouldn't feel anything... but I did. I had assumed I was a ghost, considering I was still lingering around the living world.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I hear the door open in the living room. Turning to gaze at who entered, I see my best friend Julia. A deep frown forms on my pale lips as I watch her sulk over toward me and my box. The small black box that held what remained of my living body; my ashes. Her eyes are bloodshot as if she had been crying for weeks... and I suppose it's possible she was.
I swallow dryly as she places a letter on top of my box. The look in her eyes made me feel like someone was plunging a knife deep into my non-existent heart. I try to reach out to her, but it's no good. My fingers only go through her like I'm grabbing air.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I turn to gaze at my grandmother who sits on the couch, taking a long drag off of her cigarette. Ever since my death, the entire house had become as silent as a graveyard. My father never left the house anymore and my grandma didn't even turn on the television. She just stared out at the black screen for hours without saying a word.
...I have to do something... but what can I do...?
Looking back at Julia, I realize she's turning to leave. Taking a deep breath, I follow after her closely. Apparently she had moved nearby some time after my death. Her house wasn't more than a few blocks away from mine. I grunt a bit as she closes the door behind her. I hate walking through objects... it only reminds me more that I'm no longer alive.
Rolling my eyes frustratedly I let out a short huff and step through the door.
...God, I hate that...!
It always left me feeling disoriented. Like the more I walked through objects, the weaker I got. It always felt strange, too... Even after my death I got the occasional feeling that I was being watched. Even though that was entirely impossible, now.
I decide to float in the air behind her-sitting cross-legged with my arms folded across my chest-as she walks to her home. I chuckle slightly, remembering that that was how Yusuke Urameshi had usually floated around in the show Yu Yu Hakusho when he was a ghost. I used to love that show when I was alive... as well as a certain Fire Demon from it. I still did love him... Hiei Jaganshi. Even after my death, my love for him remained.
I quickly float past Julia as she opens the door to her house so I wouldn't have to step through the door after her. Looking back at her, I remember her love for the Fox Demon from the show. She had been greatly in love with him too... Kurama. Following her up to her room, I look up at the poster of him that I had given her as a late birthday present. Floating over to look at it, I let out another heavy sigh as she collapses onto her bed. Hovering beside her, I watch over her as she soon falls asleep.
My chest starts to feel tight as I watch a single tear roll out of her eye and down the bridge of her nose. I try to wipe it away without realizing, and the tightness worsens as my hand floats through her head. Pulling my hand back, I gaze down at it sadly.
If only there was something I could do... Something to make her happy again...
I stayed beside her for another hour or so and watched her sleep. The least I could do is keep her company... even if she couldn't feel my presence. Time seemed pointless now... so I never bothered to keep track of it anymore.
It isn't until after the room was completely dark that I feel it. That feeling again; like I'm being watched. Why do I always get that feeling...? I swallow nervously and quickly turn my head to gaze out her bedroom window. My eyes widen when I see two red eyes looking back at me, glowing in the darkness.
"...What the hell..?!" I shout in surprise as I leap through the wall toward the glowing red eyes.
In an instant, the shadowy figure disappears and I quickly look all around to find where it had gone. Spotting the figure on the roof, I narrow my eyes and leap at it as fast as I can. When my hands feel fabric I let out an audible gasp.
...How am I touching something...?
I had reached for it without thinking, and shock hits me as I tackle whoever or whatever it was that had been following me. Pushing aside my shock, I turn them over to see who my stalker is and freeze in place. I blink down at him with wide eyes, my jaw dropped open.
"...H-Hiei...?" I ask through the darkness to the figure underneath me.
