Authors Notes: Yes I know this is a Part Two Of A Prologue, which technially isn't allowed, but I felt this was needed and It's not really a chapter so hense the Prologue Part Two. Thanks for the reviews so far and to the many people who have stopped to read.

What it Feels Like To Be A Ghost

Part One : Prologue Part Two

She stands at the bottom of the escalator, nervous and unsure if she should take the five steps forward and step on. If she does, it will take her to him and they will have the romantic reunion she's planned and imaged for so many months. If she doesn't it will surely drive him straight to a certain red head and they will be over forever. Even though her fears are inevitable to come true, she decides to let her self pretend they aren't for just a little longer. After all he did choose her, she might as well let it ride until he finally realizes his mistake.

She takes those steps, quickly so there is no turning back. As the slow incline drives forward, she tries to get her perfect girlfriend mode to turn on. It's a little slow starting today, especially since she over heard Jimmy Brooks talking to Spinner Mason talking about how they all have heard from him in the last week, including that damn red head. Oh how she hates that girl.

A phone call, so simple, yet so apparently difficult to when it comes to dialing her number. She knew for months now that he calls the ex band members at least once a week. She has only been privileged to hearing his voice mail lately, when she calls him, he stopped calling her weeks ago. She feels her body tense and a tear start at the corner of her eye as she thinks about those phone conversations he must have had with that whore.

The part that hurts the most about that, is she knows that girl she loathes so much is not a whore. She's a bright, passionate girl that puts her own needs and desires aside for his. She is the one that told him to follow his dreams, the one that made him leave. She was willing to let him go, even if she needed him. Damn you Ellie Nash. Damn you to hell.

It should have been her, his girlfriend, to tell him to follow his dreams. Instead she felt alone and selfish for wanting him to stay and be by her side. She wanted him to wait until she could go with him. She never told him stay or go, because she hadn't been asked about what he should do. Her thoughts, wants and desires weren't even considered. He had already made up his mind by the time he had come to her to say goodbye.

She didn't cry then, She plastered on the fake smile and cheered him on, since that's what she is supposed to do best. As soon as he was gone and she was alone she cried for hours. She repeated this several times since he boarded a plane in this same airport. Love sick over his absence, forlorn over his abandonment of her.

Under the short skirts and low cut shirts, she is still the love struck girl in braids, the one that believes in romance and soul mates. She wants so badly what her best friend has. She wants her first love to be her forever love. Sean came back for Emma, just like he came back to her. They must be destined right? What she fails to realize is she wasn't his first love, even if he was hers. His first love is off somewhere in love with someone new.

She'll keep telling herself that this is what's right. That him and her are meant to be. She'll keep fighting for it until he walks away because she just can't do it herself. She refuses to give in to the fact that he just doesn't love her the way she loves him, even if deep in her heart of hearts, she knows it and feels it's pain everyday.

She feels a tear run down her cheek as she sharply inhales a breath trying not to let her lip quiver or more tears fall. No, she will not cry. Not now, not here, standing on an escalator between some over weight guy that smells and an older guy that looks as if he might try and console her. Not after getting up two hours early just to try and make herself look perfect for him.

She wipes away the tear and holds her head up high. Finally the escalator has gotten to the top, perfect girlfriend mode kicks in. She rubs her hands together in anticipation and steps off. She grips her purse tightly and walks forward with her mission in mind.