His Fiancé's Ghost

Prologue

My name is Lana Lang. I met my soul mate when I was five years old. He was my next-door neighbor, and the sweetest guy I ever met. I fell in love with him when I was fourteen, kissed him when I was fifteen, lost my virginity to him when I was eighteen. He was the only guy I ever loved. And when I was nineteen, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes, and I had never been happier. Then, later that night, I died.

It's been six years now, and he has not dated since. I have been watching over him, and he is miserable. As much as I wish that I could be with him, that I could be the only girl he ever loved, loving someone means putting their happiness before your own. And I want him to be happy.

So, I've decided it's time I do something. I am going to find him someone who he can love, who can help him to move on. It would be a hell of a lot easier if I weren't dead. Wish me luck.