A.N. What's this? Another drabble so soon? Yep, I fished out one story that I didn't know how to finish, and cleaned it up for you guys. Don't you feel special?
So yeah, review! I've had watches for this, but no reviews, and I want to know how badly I'm doing here!
Tears
She'd been searching for him for so long, always hunting him, always arriving a little too late. She never found out where he went between ghost fights. And here he was, sitting on her son's bed.
Maddie Fenton stared in through the door; it had been left ajar, possibly by her son, Danny, as he came upstairs. Where was he anyway? She knew he had not come down, and he was not in any of the other rooms, and he certainly wasn't in his own room, after all, the ghost boy - Inviso-bill wasn't it? - was there.
She watched him, sitting there, calm as you like, on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched over, holding something in front of him. He turned slightly and she saw what it was: A picture, of Danny, raven hair and sapphire eyes gleaming in the sunshine, an arm wrapped around the shoulder of each of his best friends. Tucker, the dark-skinned red-hatted boy, and Sam, the violet eyed gothic girl that everyone except himself knew loved him dearly.
Seeing him holding Danny's picture, the glass in the frame cracked across the edge as if it had been smashed into, or he had gripped the edge too hard, she stepped forwards, making a loose floorboard creak under her weight. He whipped around, clutching the picture, and she saw something she didn't think was possible. The ghost boy, the most powerful ghost to have been registered aside from Pariah Dark, was crying, pearly tears streaming down his cheeks from emerald eyes.
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