As Ember floated amongst the graves, memories flooded her mind. She remembered Jack's arms around her, his smell, his eyes-everything. He was amazing, she couldn't deny it. But he was the one who broke her heart. That's why she wrote a song about him. She was famous for a while. She secretly hoped that he'd seen her on TV. That was her ultimate revenge. She knew that he would know her name and her voice.
It was another cold winter day and the roses that Danny put on her grave were still there. She sat on her tomb stone and looked up at the cloudy sky. Her past was haunted by Jack, and now her entire existence was haunted by him. She couldn't forget him, no matter how much she wanted to. Her music was still out there, and people still bought it.
Haunted by the past, yet I'm still living, she thought. It would make a good song, but according to record companies, Ember McLain no longer made music and no longer existed. Her anger burned against the Ghost Boy, but when she looked at his face, she couldn't be mad. His eyes were too kind and voice too gentle. She couldn't stay mad.
She looked around and saw other ghosts visiting their graves or scaring kids. She knew that visiting her grave was holding her back, but she couldn't abandon it altogether. Her tomb stone reminded her of who she was when she was alive, which contributed to who she was now: a ghost. When she first woke up as a ghost, she was confused and scared. But as she accepted her new existence, she began to search for Jack.
When she did find him, she began experimenting with her new powers. She entered his dreams once and found that he still felt guilty about her death. She wanted so badly to tell him that she was ok, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. So, instead, she left him a subconscious message that she forgave him. She felt foolish and slightly regretted what she'd done, but she knew it was the right thing to do.
"You're still here." said a familiar voice.
Ember turned and saw Danny standing in front of her grave, shivering from the cold. He was in his human form and looked quite vulnerable. His blue eyes looked like ice. Ember felt a strange longing for the Ghost Boy. She naïvely thought, maybe he can heal me. She shook her head of that thought and crossed her arms. She wasn't cold, but she could feel the cold. In a way, it was fun being a ghost. But it was also lonely.
"Yes, I am." she said, trying to put a hint of annoyance in her voice.
He looked down, almost like he was ashamed. "C-could we go somewhere warmer? I'm getting frostbite out here."
She chuckled quietly at his remark. She didn't know why he wanted to go anywhere with her. Danny wasn't sure why that slipped out, but it did, and he was embarrassed. He knew she'd say no then try to kill him or something. He was waiting for her guitar of doom to appear and for her to blast him away with a power chord.
"Where did you have in mind?" she asked and stood on the ground.
He looked up in surprise. "You're not gonna blast me with a chord of death?"
She raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm not gonna 'blast you with a chord of death.' Unless you want me to, of course."
He nervously chuckled and shook his head. "No, no. I'd rather get home in one piece, thank you."
"So, where did you wanna go?" Ember asked, impatiently waiting for him to shut up and go somewhere.
He shrugged. "The Ghost Zone sounds nice. It's warmer there."
"If that's what you want." Ember said while rolling her eyes.
Danny nodded and went ghost. His silver hair almost glowed and his green eyes held Ember captive. Why? Because his eyes were green. She fell for him because of his eyes. Now she had to deal with someone who had eyes like him. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, but she took a deep breath and offered Ghost Boy a reluctant hand.
"Come on, then. Take my damn hand. It'll be faster this way." she said with a hint of embarrassment.
Danny grinned a little and Ember saw his face get pinker. He took Ember's hand and seconds later, they materialized in the Ghost Zone. Ember quickly let go of his hand and wiped it on her black pants. She wasn't used to holding hands with another ghost. It was weird.
"Warm enough for you, dipstick?" Ember asked awkwardly.
Danny ignored the remark and nodded. "Warm enough, babypop."
Ember turned red at being called babypop. Jack called her that all the time. Well, he used to. She tensed up and, for a split second, she was ready to blast him with a power chord. But she restrained herself and tried to take the joke lightly, since he didn't know all of her memories.
Ember rolled her eyes. "If you call me that again, I will kill you."
Danny held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I didn't know it bothered you so much."
She glared at him. "Now you do."
He nodded. "Now I do."
She turned away from him. "Why'd you wanna come here with me anyways? Don't you have that nerd friend and goth girlfriend?"
Danny tensed up. "Yeah, I do. I just felt like seeing your grave is all." He said sheepishly.
He cursed himself for sounding like an idiot. He knew Ember wanted nothing to do with him, yet he pursued anyways. Why was he so stupid? He didn't know. Neither did Ember. She was still trying to figure out why he was so nice and stupid at the same time. She liked the fact that he stopped by her grave, but she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't appear to be soft, because she did have a reputation.
"Why did we come here?" Ember asked once more.
"Because I'm an idiot." Danny said.