He'd thought he might make it worse—that his presence would only upset them further. But she'd persisted, certain she would never tell them without his support and even more sure that she'd never feel completely okay about dating him if she was keeping it a secret (and she didn't want to feel any guilt, not with him—it was too important). A sequel of sorts to my other Beckdam fic.

It was weird, feeling that he was gone but that he wasn't at the same time. It was his ghost that was getting to her—she couldn't forget and she couldn't forgive and he'd left her haunted. Title is from Taylor Swift's Haunted.

Sometimes she thinks she's made the wrong decision. Other times, she's pretty certain it was the right one. After all, it was for the best. Beckdam