I walk but nobody sees me.

I don't understand. I'm right here, yet all these people are crying about me. I wave. I talk. That leads to yelling.

They all say, 'She deserved a longer life.' 'Her last days she wasn't well at all. I'm still here, and I feel well.

Like I can fly.

I see my family crying. They hug.

I want to ask what's going on, but no words come out.

My cousin walks toward me, but she goes on, like I'm not there.

She would have walked into me. I tried stopping her with my hands, but she ended up going right through me. I didn't feel a thing.

I'm still not sure what is happening.

I realize that I am hungry. I go the cookie jar, the one that been my whole life on the top shelf.

Chocolate chip.

I bite into it, yet I can't feel its taste or crunchiness on my tongue.

I sigh.

Remaining with an empty stomach, I go to my room.

There are boxes everywhere. All my belongings are gone, except for my bed.

There is something on it. A newspaper.

'Teen popstar left dead in plane crash.'

I wanted to turn the pages, but my hand couldn't get a grip on the paper.

I now realized what happened, on tour, going to Europe.

Now thinking about it, this was the last thing I remembered.

I went back downstairs, wanting to say goodbye. Something told me I would not be coming back.

I looked up.

I have one last dream while I'm down here. I want to be heard one more moment. No matter how sad my friends and family are, I want to still give them something to smile about.

Suddenly everyone turned their heads toward me.

"I'll miss you guys." I said.

"We'll miss you too."

Everyone bombarded me with hugs. Since the first time this happened, I felt something; Their warm bodies against me.

I opened the door and went off to the mall.

The coffee shop. The place where my boyfriend Austin and I would always go for a drink.

He sat there in the booth we'd always sit in. He had a milkshake in front of him.

Two straws. The second one should have been mine.

He didn't drink it. Just looked down and stared.

I had never seen him so depressed.

"Hi." I said.

He looked up and half smiled. "You're still here."

I sighed. "Just for now. Soon I'll have to go."

"I'm gonna miss you." He said.

"Me too."

We stood up and hugged. People stared. Its not everyday someone hugs themselves.

He is not hugging himself, I thought. He is hugging me.

I'm not sure I'm really here. I don't know if it my imagination or Austin's.

We both know I'm here, so maybe I am.

I could feel myself being lifted up.

"I have to go now." I cried.

"Goodbye. " he said, fighting back tears.

"Its not goodbye." I corrected. "Just..."

"See you later."

"How will I see you later?" Austin yelled. " You're already dead. I shouldn't be talking to myself like I am."

I took a breath. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours.

Then I disappeared.

I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital bed.

A nurse looked at me.

She saw me move.

Maybe I was given a second chance.

I went back to the coffee shop. Austin was there, the same place I left him.

"How can I be seeing you?" He asked.

"I came back to you." I said.

I took a breath before saying the next thing.

"I'm yours."