Okay, I thought I was done with this, I truly did. But I'm not. I'm still feeling a bit off so I wrote this. Don't feel pressured to review, this is just another little something I wrote for myself. After this I'll be done. I swear. No mas.

Again, I'm not in the mood to edit this so it's gonna be super crappy and I'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense. Um, let's just pretend the girl who died in the last chapter is still alive and the end was just a dream or something, okay? Okay.

He had died a week ago.

People had been visiting her all week to offer their condolences, which she gratefully accepted. During that week she had hidden in her apartment and buried herself in work, planning the rosary and the funeral. Whenever someone offered to help, she simply shook her head - she wanted to do this herself. She didn't talk to anyone, with the exception of the funeral planner and the many guests who visited. How could she? If she spoke so much as a 'yes' or 'no', she'd crumble. She couldn't let that happen. And it didn't.

He always loved to sing, so she decided at the rosary she would sing one of his favourite songs. As much as it would pain her to do so, she was doing it for him.

The day of the rosary had come.

She arrived at the venue earlier than anyone else, to check on everything. It needed to be perfect. Just as the funeral director approached her, she set her bag down on one of the chairs at the front and took out a plastic bag. "You're early."

She shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"It's all good. But are you okay?" They asked, taking her hand in theirs. They rubbed the back of her hand when she shrugged again.

"I guess..." she trailed off, knowing that the funeral director didn't actually care about her feelings, they were just asking to be nice.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I'm okay." The funeral director gave her a sad smile. Her mouth said 'yes', but one look into her eyes told you that she was doing all she could to stop her feelings from escaping.

"Well, uh, the rosary will be an open casket. You can do the viewing now, before anyone else gets here," They offered. At the front of the hall there was a plain grey screen, around 3 metres long and five metres wide, the coffin on a stand behind it. "I'll leave you to it then." And with that, the funeral director had left.

This was it. The casket would be closed at the funeral. This was her last chance to see him.

Stepping behind the screen, she clutched onto the plastic bag. Suddenly she felt weird. Dizzy, sick, light-headed, extremely nervous. She swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped forward. She took her time opening the bag and reached inside. A leather book. His songwriting book. She kissed the cover and placed it in the coffin before standing straight again. She stared down at his pale and lifeless body. At the eyelids hiding those mesmerizing eyes that always glowed with happiness. At the mouth that told her the funniest jokes and whispered words of kindness and tenderness. At the arms which held her when she needed to be comforted and consoled. At the fingertips, calloused from playing guitar most of his life. At the one person in her life who actually understood her. Tears began to form in her eyes, and a sob was on the way. But she forced it down. She shakily ran a hand through his hair, just like she used to. A salty tear slowly made its way down her cheek, but that was all she allowed. Just one tear. If she allowed any more then she knew she would break down, and she didn't want that. At least not here. Not now. Right now, she had to be strong. For him. She gently traced his facial features. His skin was cold. So, so cold. Like his soul had left his body. Now, the body was nothing but a cold, dark, empty shell.

People had started to come into the venue. She took a deep breath, letting out a ragged one. She pressed her lips to his cold forehead one last time before going to greet everyone. The rosary had started minutes later. While quietly muttering the prayers she had memorized from childhood, she couldn't help but go through all the different emotions she was feeling. Yes, she was sad. The only person she couldn't live without was now out of her life. But she was also happy. Well, as happy as someone could be in a time like this. He's not in pain anymore. He's not suffering anymore. She was confused. Why did he have to go like this? He was always a kind and caring person - he did not deserve this. That's why she was mad. Everyone loved him, and he did everything he could for them. Yet he still ends up dying from a deadly coma. Before she had time to do some more thinking, the prayers has ended and she was introduced by the priest to sing.

Crap.

She had forgotten about that. Her heart started pounding as she slowly stood up and walked over to the microphone. All eyes were on her. The music started and she started singing, her voice shaking only a little, but enough for everyone to notice. She stared at the piece of paper which had the lyrics, not daring to look at anyone. As the song continued, her nerves slowly faded away, and she grew confident. She sang, remembering him tell her how much this song meant to him. She felt tears slowly forming and shut her eyes, concentrating more on the song. By the time the song was finished, she was an emotional wreck. Well, on the inside anyway. She was determined not to let it show. The rosary had ended and everyone had approached her and the family to offer their condolences. While everyone drove off to the family's house for refreshments and snacks, she drove to her small apartment, she decided she had done enough socializing for one day.

This was it. The end of all the craziness. After today, no one would bother her anymore. After today, she could stay at home and relax and grieve on her own. Today was the day of the funeral.

The mass had gone by in a blur. Everyone left the church and drove to the cemetery, meeting up at the plot where he would be buried. They stood on the green grass in silence as the priest said some prayers and sprayed holy water on the coffin. Once the prayers had been said, the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Her heart tightened more and more as the coffin moved lower and lower. Once the coffin was fully lowered into the grave, the family lead everyone into the nearby hall for the wake. She stayed behind for some alone time. "I'm gonna miss you. A lot. And life's going to be hard without you by my side. But I kinda have no choice, so I'll try my best. Goodbye-" she stopped herself. "I mean... see you later." She blew a kiss onto the blank headstone and gave a sad smile before slowly walking away.

"See you later..."

She turned back to the grave when she heard a voice. It sounded so familiar... too familiar. There was no one there. Apart from her, everyone was at the wake. She shook her head and continued to walk to the hall.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Autumn had rolled around, coating the floor of the cemetery with leaves of red and gold. She strolled through the cemetery, one hand holding a bouquet of flowers and the other buried in her pocket. As she looked around and noticed it was a very different to how she remembered it. Then again, the last time she had been there was a year ago. She didn't feel the need to visit more often because she always felt his presence. It was as if he was watching over her. Like he was her guardian angel. She stopped in front of his grave, setting the flowers at the foot of it. "Hey," she started off. "I know I don't come here very often, but I don't really think I need to. It's like you're always watching over me, and I feel safe. So... thankyou for that. I hope that wherever you are, you're happy. Um, I'm not really sure what else to say except for... I miss you. So, so much." She wiped away the stray tear rolling down her cheek. Her fingers moved up to her neck, fidgeting with the angel pendant on her necklace. The necklace he gave her on her sixteenth birthday. Even though that was almost fifteen years ago, she kept it, only taking it off on the rarest of occasions. "I guess I'll see you later then..." she blew a kiss to the headstone before backing away.

She heard leaves crunching nearby, and someone whispered her name. She turned around to see him standing a few metres away, hands in pockets. Her eyes widened. His name rolled off her lips. He smiled and nodded, opening his arms for a hug. Without hesitation she ran into his open arms, hugging his torso for dear life. "You're supposed to be dead..."

He shrugged. "I had to come and see you." Tears trailed down her cheeks as she hugged him tighter.

"I missed you. A lot." He pulled away from the hug and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. He took her hands in his, giving her a serious look.

"Listen, I can't stay for very long. I'm not supposed to be here right now, and you're not supposed to know that my spirit still exists. But the main reason I came here was to say, I love you."

"I love you too." She engulfed him in another hug. He kissed the top of her head, just like he used to. She ran her hand through his hair, just like she used to. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, neither of them wanting to move. After a while he moved away, and suddenly she was cold.

"I have to leave now," he said, the happiness in his voice gone and replaced with sadness. He slowly started backing away from her, his eyes staring into hers. His name fell from her lips, pleading for him to stay. "I have no choice. But until we meet again... I'll see you later?" His eyes sparkled with hope, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. For once in a very long time, she smiled. A real smile. She nodded.

"See you later."

And with that he vanished.