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The night cold air blew against a young woman's hair as she walked silently to her apartment. Her mind had been playing tricks on her again, but lately they were too convincing. She sighed in exhaustion; she had been running all day through random places, just trying to hide from her best friend. He knew her too well, so she had to hide in places such as dark alleys, behind restaurants and worst of all, under the highway. He insisted to take her away for mental therapy, which she obviously hated with all her guts.

"I wonder if he's already in his house…" She muttered to herself while shivering, it had become colder lately too. A blinding light shone in front of her, making her close her eyes unable to know who was in the car. "Turn that thing off!"

The car slowed down its speed and stopped beside the arguing girl. She looked up and tried to figure out who it was, but now that she saw the car up close, she knew perfectly who it belonged to. The window of the vehicle lowered, revealing a red haired girl sighing in relief.

"There you are!" Jazz smiled as she opened the door to Sam. "Tucker's been looking for you all over! We were all worried sick!"

"Relax! I'm fine…" She rolled her eyes and glared angrily. "I'm just… taking a walk."

"In the middle of the night?" Jazz dared in a defiant tone that she really didn't use too much. "You can't trick me Sam, I know where you were; you were hiding, weren't you. You know that you shouldn't do that to us, we looked all around town just hoping that you were okay! Are you aware of the dangers on this town, at night? It's way to dangerous for you to just walk around playing hide and seek."

"If you know then why the hell do you bother asking and giving me a speech?" She argued in a yell.

Jazz sighed calmly, perfectly knowing why she didn't want to go home and just shook her head. "We all miss him you know. Not because of that we're going to let ourselves die in the streets."

Sam's features softened as she chocked a sob, finally realizing how selfish she had been; they were all suffering and she had insulated herself apart from the world and her loved ones. Jazz read her thoughts and just sighed, giving her a sympathy look. Both girls stayed in silence for a few moments until both regained their self-control.

"We better go, Tuck must be worried still." Jazz said acquiring a dreamy expression on her face as soon as she remembered his cute face when he proposed. He was the real reason of why she wasn't down all the time.

Sam's face lit up as she remembered all the questions she wanted to ask Jazz, but wanted to simply start with calm ones. "How are you two doing?"

"What?" Jazz asked confusedly after waking up from her daze. "Oh, we're great! The wedding is on!"

"I can see that you're excited." Sam observed as Jazz turned to the right, a little too roughly.

"Yup! It's just that… I love him so much!" She sighed taking another turn. "I can't believe that I actually am going to marry him! I'm gonna be Jazz Foley!"

"Who would have guessed…?" Sam nodded thinking out loud and laughed softly. "Jazz Foley, it sounds… weird."

"I think it kinda has a ring to it." She shrugged in delight while she tried to focus on the road. "I'm gonna be his wife! And he's gonna be my husband!"

Sam smiled faintly as she rested her head on the back of the seat and closed the car's window. Her eyes closed by themselves as she sighed in complete confusion, thinking about what happened earlier that day. She considered in that moment what Tucker said, she should get more therapy, seeing Danny wasn't normal and she was afraid that she was in the edge of insanity.

"Jazz? I think that I'm… crazy." She sighed feeling her eyes water up again.

"Why do you say that?" Jazz asked in curiosity. "Just because you need some alone time doesn't mean that you've gone nuts."

She sighed in annoyance and looked to the window, hiding her now reddish eyes. "I mean, I've been seeing things that I shouldn't."

Jazz's eyes grew large in worry, loosing the warm feeling that warmed her a few moments ago, as she realized what she was talking about, better said, who she was talking about. "Wait… you've seen Danny?"

"Yes… can you- can you help me? I don't want to be obsessed with him, that's not what he would want." Sam sobbed loosing her control and letting herself clean up her thoughts. "I just can't stop seeing him everywhere!"

Jazz gasped. "Sam, I-I've seen him too!" Sam immediately looked at her direction with her eyes shinning brightly, telling her to continue. "He was in my room and we talked… but I think it was a dream."

At the end of Jazz's message, Sam felt her hopes disappear without any warnings. "Why do you say that you saw him so convincingly if you know that you dreamed it?"

"Because," Jazz said softly "I wrote something in my diary that makes me wonder."

"What did you write?" Sam asked while practically jumping of excitement and at the same time dying on the inside. "Tell me!"

"No." She said firmly. "I'll show you instead."

"Fine." Sam muttered as she sat up straight and looked through the window and up to the sky, where all the stars where shinning brightly. She saw something silver moving in the air but ignored it; it was probably just a falling star.

Up on the air where Sam was looking a few seconds ago dashed Phantom, incredibly exhausted. He had figured out that it was Sam in the graveyard and knew who she was hiding from. He followed her everywhere she went; Skulker could have been around after all. It was a really low possibility after the threat Phantom stated, but he still didn't trust him; he never did.

After a few minutes of taking in the sights of the city and keeping a good distance between him and nearby curious eyes, he reached the park where he spent so many years just waiting for something to happen. There were only a few people around the fountain area, which was far to tell who he was so he let himself relax on a bench and simply stared at the dark sky.

He sighed as he saw the moon, shinning brightly a silver color that gave the night that special beauty. He took deep breaths, and even though he couldn't feel the air going through his lungs, he felt like he needed to do it. He wanted really badly to be alive, but it was too late. He had matured over the years and knew that even if he could, he shouldn't.

What would happen if he randomly appeared? Disaster and chaos would be all around the world if he did. His sister was there when they all buried his body; Sam had written the words to his gravestone, Tucker was held back a year for the lack of studying because of depression and his parents had gave up ghost hunting; all because of him.

Not to mention ghosts. They had stop attacking the city because he wasn't there to entertain them and stop them. Sure, it sounded illogical, but it would have been too easy to just take over the world without a fight; it wasn't fair. Why should he agitate the peace because of a simple wish?

As the breeze blew against his long white hair, he couldn't help but close his eyes; trying his hardest to remember how to feel. He missed being his normal color, not this bluish skin that kept reminding him his current and permanent state; he missed how it felt to be cold, hot and even the horrible feeling of dying. Right now, he could only feel pain and angst; let's not forget his broken heart.

He still loved Sam with all his existence and he would do anything for her, even remain dead if he had to which he did, even if she didn't love him back. He wasn't sure about anything anymore; that is, except for the pain that he felt every time a tear rolled down her face, every growl she gave in frustration because of him; it was always his fault.

Even if it hurt, he had to see her, even if she was crying. He wanted so badly to go to her and help her, to tell her that he loved her more than anything in the world, the ghost zone or wherever. She was the very soul that kept him there, and that's when it hit him. A small light in the dark tunnel of despair, the little seed of hope, he had an idea.

"If I could find my unfinished business… could I come back to earth as in human?" He said loud enough as if talking to someone. "Not as Danny Fenton of course, but… human."

He sighed once more; he knew that was impossible. How could you just wish to come back as human and just "poof!" your wish is granted? Desiree couldn't help, neither could any other wishing ghosts; Clockwork already had them under his control. Not even Clockwork himself, master of all time, could take him back to change his past.

"What if there's a way?" He asked softly to the silence that was around him; it was normal for him to talk to himself lately, being dead meant being lonely. It had driven him mad to just sit on the park and wait; he had to talk to someone, even if it was his own voice that responded. "Why is this so unfair?"

He looked up to the stars again, noticing how the sky was turning a soft color, meaning that the sunrise was near. He stood up from the park bench and stretched himself, just a habit that he never lost. Leaping to the air, he took a deep breath once more, just for the heck of it, and flew to Sam's apartment, where she should be sleeping or getting ready for college.

Once near the small place where his loved one lived, which was ant sized compared to the huge mansion she used to live in as a child, he looked through her window, only to see an empty room. He saw a shadow on the floor but wasn't sure what or who it was, and worst of all, there was something that he did see that he didn't like at all.

There was blood on the carpet next to a knife.

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