It's been seven years since he left me, and he still haunts me.

Not that I don't mind the dreams about him. They make me remember all the things we used to do together. No, it's waking up from the dreams that causes me the most pain. When I wake up, he's gone. And I fucking realize that he was never there and will never be there. Why? Because he's dead.

What used to bother me was when I dreamt about him when I was still awake. I would be mindlessly doing some menial task, and suddenly, he was with me, laughing and joking just like he used to. I'd feel the corners of my mouth twitch up, and I'd live in that moment. But then reality set in, and I was the freak smiling for no reason.

I had to leave the city and close our shop. There were too many reminders of him. I can't even be around my family. They'd try to make the situation better by reminiscing about all the crazy things he used to do.

It all made me want to vomit.

So I left them. All of them.

I've lived amongst the other people, the ones who don't know who or what I am. Being around magic only reminded me of him, and I am crushed every time I think about the fact that it was magic that took him from me. I keep to myself, never going to anything social. I'm afraid I'll meet someone and he'll leave me again. Once, when I let myself become fond of someone else, I heard him whisper in my ear, So. I've been gone for a few years and you think you can forget about me? I'm a part of you. You can't live without me. I'm all you need.

And he is. He's my better half. Every time I look in the fucking mirror, I see his face. He stares back at me, and I burst into tears. So, I also haven't looked in the mirror for a while. I don't even remember what my (his) face looks like. I'm afraid that he's slipping away. But…

If he goes away, I'll be alone. A whole part of me will be gone. I'll only be a shell. Each day, he slips away a little more. The more I try to hold on, the more he falls through, like holding sand. It always finds cracks to fall through, no matter how hard you try to fill them. Soon, he'll be gone. Soon, I'll be all alone.

I won't let him leave me.

I look at the ring Fred gave me on our 20 birthday. He had a matching one. I take it off and put it to my lips and whisper, "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten."

I stand closer to the edge of the cliff, and throw the ring down. It falls in to the river and is carried away. Then, I take one more step and follow suit.

We'll finally be reunited.