"What the heck!" Amy yelled when she was startled by the loud banging on her front door.

The banging continued, increasing in volume as Amy strode toward it.

"CAN YOU STOP BANGING MY DOOR LIKE THAT!?" Amy growled as she swung open the door.

On the other side was Reagan. A beaten up, half dead looking Reagan but it was definitely her.

"Rea? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Can I come in?" Reagan asked, not waiting for a response before she pushed past Amy and strolled into her house.

"What the hell happened Reagan!?" Amy gasped

Reagan turned slowly, revealing the full extent of her injuries to Amy. Her head had a gash in it and a steady stream of blood was dripping down Reagan's face. Her cheek was heavily bruised as was the hand she was using to swipe away her blood. Her clothing was covered in blood but despite all that she was still smiling.

"Oh! I was running here and I tripped and fell. It's not as bad as it looks I promise."

"I'm not sure Rae. I think we should get you to the hospital. I'm gonna go call someone right now."

"No!" Reagan said quickly, grabbing Amy by the arm to stop her. "It's fine. I'm fine. Promise!"

"Rea-"

"Amy. Just stop talking," Reagan laughed. "I came here to tell you something."

"Oh yeah, sorry. Wha-"

"I love you."

Amy froze stunned at Reagan's confession. "I'm sorry. What?"

"I love you, Amy."

"Wha- What's bought this on?" Amy stammered, heart in her mouth.

"I've been feeling like this for a while and I know you have too. We just tip toe around it all the time. Pretending to hang out as friends. Sleeping in the same bed as friends. Whispering sweet nothings as friends. It's ridiculous and I think it's time we both admitted it to ourselves. We love each other."

Amy's stunned expression slowly gave way to a look of pure joy.

"Well it's about time!"

"Yeah," Reagan sighed, taking in the look on Amy's face.

"That means we can go on dates! I mean, real dates! Not just dates where we pretend to be friends. Where should we go? What should we do? We will go on dates, right?"

"Some day." Reagan smiled, hand pressed to her forehead.

"Rea, you should really get someone to look at that." Amy insisted.

"I will. I swear."

"You better not be lyin-"

Reagan cut Amy off by gently pressing their lips together and Amy immediately melted. This was the moment she had been waiting for, for months and it didn't disappoint. Even though it was short and sweet it was everything that Amy had hoped it would be. It made her eyes flutter, it made her stomach flip and it made her knees weak.

"Hate to cut this short but I really have to go," Reagan whispered pulling away from Amy.

Amy had a huge smile on her face as she watched Reagan walk backwards out of the door. Reagan lingered for a few moments in the doorway before biting her lip before disappearing.

Half an hour later Amy still had a grin plastered on her face as she answered her phone.

"Hey Jack guess what? Me and Rea-"

"Amy."

Something in Jack's voice was not sitting right with Amy. Something was off.

"Jack? what's wrong?" Amy demanded.

"It's Reagan…"

"What about Reagan?" Amy asked her voice taking on a noticeable quiver.

"She Sh- She passed away."

Amy let out a loud obnoxious laugh.

"No she didn't! She was just here like half an hour ago! Stop bullshitting."

"We were involved in a car crash a few hours ago. She swerved...the car flipped. She didn't make it Aimes."

"No! You're not listening to me! She was just here Jack! I saw her! I kissed her!" Amy screamed.

Jack was fighting tears, trying to keep her voice strong and steady. But she was failing miserably.

"I have no doubt that you saw her Amy, she spoke about you all day today. She kept telling me that 'today was the day'. I don't know what that meant but I'm sure you do. Right now though you need to be here to say goodbye. She is on a ventilator but she is an organ donor so they will be taking her into surgery soon."

Amy's hand went limp and her phone tumbled out of her hand.

"But…what about our date?," she whispered tears streaming down her cheeks.


A/N: Person A is sitting at home one night when Person B suddenly comes through the door, looking like a wreck. Person A worriedly goes to call for help, but Person B stops them and confesses their love for Person A. Person A feels the same way and wonders when they'll be able to go on a date. Person B responds with a "someday" and leaves. Half an hour later, Person A gets a call from a close friend; Person B died in a car accident hours ago. Person B's ghost couldn't move on until they confessed.


I know I keep choosing morbid prompts, but I have chosen many fluffy ones as well. So stay with me!