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Disclaimer: I own nothing,

My Angel, I can't have you

Chapter 1

We're two parts of a whole

"Closer. Closer. Closer. Closer." Her voice called to me. I knew she was gone. I knew she was dead but I could hear her as if she was sitting right next to me. She was haunting me after everything had happened. "Shane...I miss you." I turned over my bed. There she was. "Hey Shane." There she was laying in her wedding dress. The day she died was suppose to be the happiest day of our lives.

"Mitchie you're dead."

"I saw you die. I tried to save you, but as usual it wasn't enough."

"Okay yeah I am dead."

"Yeah..."

"Shane...kiss me."

"You're my imagination."

"And if I'm not."

"I need to be in a straight jacket."

"Shut up. I'm right beside you." Her figure disappeared.

"MITCHIE! Don't LEAVE!" I screamed. Then I whispered, "Please."

-x-

"Shane! Who are you talking to?" Jason asked awaking me from my dream. I woke up shifting my hair out of my eyes. I squinted to see two curly heads at my level. Those dumb asses opened my curtain.

"Mitchie's not dead, Shane." Nate clarified. Then, he scoffed "Far from death, she won't shut up about the wedding."

"The wedding-We're not going to have one. I'm calling it off." I replied. I would rather never marry her if that met she would

"WHAT?" Jason screamed. "I can't wear the cool suit!"

"No. No. No. Shane doesn't mean it. He just has cold feet."

"YES! I DO MEAN IT!" I screamed.

"Don't it would crush her." Nate replied. Un phased by the dramatic I was displaying. "and Jason." He added with a tiny voice.

"I gotta find her."

"You said that five years ago." Jason said with a raised eyebrow.

"Shut up." I replied and got out of bed.

-x-

I turned on Georgia Street. I went to the sixth house down on the right. I parked beside the driveway. I knocked on the door.

"Already open, Shane!" She screamed from the kitchen. She was making our wedding cake. She was going to be the caterer. She was also going to be the mourning mother of the dead bride. I don't know how she did everything. Then, again, I didn't know about Mitchie either. Usually I'd let the dream pass on but I've had that for the past five months. Usually all I could remember is screaming "MITCHIE DON'T DIE! Please stay." I had to break up with her. I had to cancel the wedding. I had to do something. I walked up the stairs to Mitchie bedroom. I knocked on the door. Mitchie opened it up and smiled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I try to get her off.

"Mitchie...we got to talk."

"What?" She asked.

"I don't know if I can get married."

"Are you afraid of commitment?"

"No but uh-"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do but uh-"

"Do you like my parents?"

"Well of course I do."

"Then there is nothing to worry about. We're two parts of a whole."

That went well.

An: Okay I'm thinking this will be a 3 chapter story.