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"This is the story of how the woman I love, died."

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Cuteness/Fluffiness‼️

‼️Ana Steele/Christian Grey‼️

Christian's PoV (5,1K)

Santa Claus is a joke. He doesn't exist and never has. In fact, everything you've been told about him is utter bullshit. A complete lie.

First of all, "Santa" doesn't walk around in a red fluffy coat, laughing a stupid "ho ho ho". Who says that? Second, he doesn't have an army of enslaved happy little elves helping him make presents all year round. In fact, there is no one but him. He doesn't go around the world in a sledge pulled by reindeers. And he certainly doesn't need milk and cookies as bait. To tell you the honest truth, no one has ever seen him.

And most importantly, he is not an old fat man! On the contrary! I should know, I am him. Or the idea of him.

I'd say I'm the Christmas spirit. I have no idea how it passed from that to an old fat man leaving in the North Pole. Well, that part is true, I do live there, but that's because no one else does. No one has ever seen me, and I doubt no one ever will. To be a Spirit is a lonely thing. Especially when you're the only one.

People just feel my presence more on Christmas season because they want to believe in that fat man bullshit, but I am here all year round. I am the one who reminds you to call the loved ones who live far, I am the one who gives you that feeling of happy nostalgia, that feeling of joy, that feeling of selflessness that you experience particularly strongly around the Christmas season.

I've been doing that for a while now, though I couldn't be able to tell you how long. I've lost track after a while. Being immortal makes you forget the importance of things such as time. Especially when you're alone.

I remember my life before being a spirit though. Well, I remember my death. I remember being struck by lightning on a fine afternoon in August. I remember my whole body burning from the inside. I remember gasping for air and never finding it. And … I remember fading into nothingness.

It took me a while to understand what happened. But I understood immediately that no one could see me. I think there is nothing worse than being transparent. It's a sensation that makes you feel empty. But at least I'm not useless.

I lift people up, and after a while, I started seeing this Spirit thing as what it was … blessing. Though I would really like it if people stopped calling me Santa Claus.

I'm not old … well, physically. And I'm not fat. How can I be fat when I don't eat? And I don't walk around in red. Really, red is not my colour.

I don't mind people believing in this idea of Santa Claus, but I am Father Christmas, and I'd like it better if people made the difference. I am the one who can travel around the world in a matter of seconds. I am the one who makes people smile when they are at their lowest. I am the one who reminds people of what is important, family and love. Even though I have neither.

I never stay too long in one place, mostly because I try to make everyone happy. Some people are easy to affect, they just have to be around me. Strangely enough, I've noticed that the easy people to lift up are the ones who are usually depressed. Probably because they already are at rock bottom and they just want something to make them feel better.

Some people need a little more work, they need for me to touch them. Those are usually the Scrooges and Grinches. They never actually feel my touch, no one can feel me when it comes to the five senses. But they feel my presence, their sixth sense is unable. I love working on those ones. Sometimes I stay a little bit longer in a place just to see them smile a bit more.

Anastasia Steele was a Scrooge. I saw it from a mile away. She cared very little for Christmas and all that goes with it. There was this cloud around her. Something I've never seen before and that caught my attention. She was the next person I was going to put a smile on. But nothing happened as planned …

This is the story of how the woman I love, died.

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

I looked at the brunette as she walked straight by me and didn't feel the usual good feeling that doing so did to people. She was definitely one of those people that needed to be touched in order to feel some of my cheer.

But I liked those souls. I liked the hard ones. Mostly because I loved seeing their face pass from indifference or grumpiness to that childish wonder. But also because for a brief second, I was feeling less alone. Though no one ever saw me or felt my touch, the act in itself made me partially feel like I belonged to the human species again.

But anyway, I caught up to her and her Grinch-like aura and put as much positive energy as I could in my hand before touching her shoulder. And there, the weirdest thing happened. She froze and turned to look at me, her brows furrowed with incomprehension and slight annoyance.

Then she looked at my hand still on her shoulder but when she looked back at me, it is I who was frozen. This had never happened before! And I had been doing that for so long that I couldn't even remember how long. And no one had ever seen me before.

I knew she could see me. I had felt people look and walk through me enough times to know how that she, not only felt my touch, but she could see me. I had no idea of what to say or what to do and after a couple of seconds that seemed to last forever, she rose an eyebrow at me and asks, though it was obvious she knew the answer, "Do I know you?"

"You can see me?!" I mused because it was the only thing I could think of. She could see me. She looked at my hand again, her lips pursing with annoyance and I took it off of her as her eyes slowly went back to me,

"I don't know if this usually works, but don't touch me again, or I will fuck you up," She threatened before waking away from me.

For a split second, I stood frozen and watched her back, still bemused by what just happened and I tried to talk to the next person walking by me. But though their face lit up, they never saw me.

So I quickly caught up to the brunette, hailing her as I repeated the only thing I could focus on, "Wait! You can see me!"

This could have been the best day of my life. It had been so long since I had talked to an actual human being since I had a connection with someone. I didn't remember much of my life before, but I remembered that I wasn't much of a people person. But still, decades and decades of loneliness does turn you into a people person.

She rolled her eyes and kept on walking as she muttered loud enough for me to hear, "Dude, I swear…"

I had to convince her that I was not some psycho as she clearly believed I was, and so I let the person walking toward me walk through me. It was never a nice feeling, but at least it proved my point.

The brunette looked at me dumbfounded, not sure if she should believe what her eyes just showed her and that's when I realised that though I had touched her, she hadn't been touched by my Spirit. Otherwise, she wouldn't be checking around her asking,

"Is this a video prank?" I shook my head and she slowly reached for me, making me revel when she touched me. "Are you a ghost? Do you have some unfinished business or some shit like that? Are you a sort of hot Casper? Dude, I'm the last person who can help you. I am so busy right now. I have deadlines upon deadlines. And …"

She looked around and put her earbuds in her ears, "I look like a crazy person talking to myself if no one can see you."

Someone walked through me again, making her gap with a grimace and so I presented myself. Well, partially, "I'm … Christian. Christian Grey."

She was still slightly doubtful, and I gave her my best smile. "I'm Ana. Well, Anastasia Steele, but Ana will do just fine. I'm sorry Christian, but I really don't have time to help you solve your murder or whatever other unfinished business you have."

"Okay."

She watched me and gave me an apologetic smile before she rushed to a trading building. I decided to work my magic and then meet up with her when she should leave. I knew how those Scrooges usually worked, in the office until they were kicked out.

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

She came out of her building way past midnight, but I didn't expect any less from her. Scrooges always work more than they should, as if the world was going to stop if they didn't work. When she saw me outside of her building, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I didn't pester you all day. And I haven't talked to someone in a very long time. Please humour me," I pleaded my case. She signalled me to follow her, and she asked me as she put her earbuds on,

"How long is a very long time?"

I frown, not sure how to answer that. I stopped tracking years before WW1. "Way before planes existed."

"Man, that's … long," She whistled. "So what's your story? Why are you bothering me?"

"I don't know. You're the first person who sees me since I'm … like that."

"Really? Why did you touch me if you thought I wouldn't be able to see you?" She asked with suspicion, but she could have asked with hostility, it would have been the same for me, I was talking to someone!

"I usually touch people to give them happiness." This made her burst into laughter,

"You didn't touch many people, did you? I mean, not many people are really happy here."

I made her stop walking and forced her to look at the couple walking in front of us, all lovey-dovey. "You didn't make that, you didn't touch them."

"I usually only need to touch the hard people. Like you."

"Are you going to bring me happiness?" She mockingly asked, batting her lashes at me and I realised that I didn't have a single impact on her. I had hoped that maybe she would feel something in hindsight, but obviously, she didn't.

"No. You're just … an odd one."

She shrugged and let me walk into her apartment. It looked nothing like what I had envisioned. I thought it would be something void of life and filled with paperwork, but her apartment brought warmth. She had many pictures on her walls of who I assumed to be her family and herself. Many pictures also of her parents in different locations and a few of her shaking hands with people who were probably deemed important.

"See, Mr Ghost, I'm already happy. I do something I like and it allows me to support my parents and pay for all their trips around the world. I know people find this hard to believe, but I am happy with my life how it is."

"So why are you working so hard around Christmas? There are things more important than wealth."

"Oh, man," She sighed, rolling her eyes again, "Are you one of them Christmas Ghosts? Honestly, people need to stop being all worked up because I don't celebrate holidays. I never did, even as a kid. I don't need a special holiday to remember my parents, or that giving is important. I do this all year-'round."

I frowned again, she really seemed happy, so why did she appear on my radar? Why did I see her as a Scrooge who needed to be touched? She probably felt my confusion because she gently rubbed my arm and said,

"I have a guest room, though I don't know if ghosts actually need to sleep or whatever. You can crash here for a while and we can talk when I'm home. I mean, I get that spending more than a century without talking to anyone must feel lonely."

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

I spent the whole winter with Ana. In fact, I stayed even longer, lingering all until Easter. I usually did my rounds around the world when she was working or asleep, but I was staying at her place. I rediscovered the joys of eating. In hindsight, I don't think I need to, but I can. And though Ana couldn't cook for her life of her, we ordered many takeaways.

She told me a lot about her family. She came from a modest background and always said that she wanted to take care of her parents when she would grow up. She helped them retire early, she made them travel as much as they wanted and she bought them a house in Florida, though she never visited there, it was too hot for her. Usually, her parents spent winter abroad, because they liked the heat and Ana was all about spoiling her parents.

When I pointed out to her that it was usually the other way around, she explained that her parents had sacrificed a lot for her. Her father had two jobs and her mother accumulated small jobs to take care of her and help her father with the bills. This was her way to repay them. She usually saw them quite often in summer, paying for them to visit her, and that was when she would take time off work.

Ana also asked a lot of questions about the course of History. She was curious about the little details, or the accuracy of what she had learned in school. She also lamented on the fact that I had to witness terrible things repeat themselves without being able to do a single thing about it.

And most importantly, Ana insisted that I experience all the things I never did. She took me to the movies (paying an extra ticket that seemed useless to the rest of the world). She made me discover amazing foods (such as Reeses) and not so great (such as Cheetos). Basically, Ana made me appreciate the world from a different perspective as if I was human again.

She still worked as much as when it all started, but she spent time with me, and I loved it. In fact, the more the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I realised that I loved more than finally spending time with someone else, I loved her.

I was in love with Anastasia Steele, and this was the reason why I was delaying leaving Seattle as much. I never stayed so long in one place, I suavely retrieved to the North Pole in mid-January, but I was so happy with Ana that I didn't want to leave her. And the people of Seattle were happier than ever because I was staying around.

Still, as we were getting closer to April, I knew I had to leave. Maybe I could come to visit once in a while. And I would definitely come back earlier this year. Instead of hitting the Earth after Thanksgiving, I would definitely come at the end of summer.

So I let Ana that I should probably go, and though I didn't admit it, she didn't seem happy with the prospect. The next day, she came home much earlier than usual, and she gave me a present. In wrapping paper, with the bow and all. I unwrapped it as if it was the eighth wonder of the world.

"I know you don't have one and … you being away doesn't mean we can't keep in touch," She told me as I revealed the mobile phone in the box.

She was smiling at me, that fucking beautiful smile that always took my breath away and made me wish that I was human after all, and I gathered my courage, cupping her face as I told her, "I have something too."

Slowly, I leaned and pressed my lips against hers. I couldn't remember if I had ever kissed someone when I was alive, but this was definitely something that I would never forget. I felt it with every single vibe of my body. I felt it deep within my soul. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

When I finally let go of her face, I whispered, resting my forehead against hers, "It's so you don't forget me."

She laughed, "I don't think I would ever be able to forget you, Christian Grey. But just in case, I know another way you can mark my memory with the thought of you."

And with that, she took my hand and took me to her bed.

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

Throughout the next few months, we texted every single day. She lamented that I had gone to the North Pole with nothing to do and told me of her life and I realised my mistake. There was a reason why my instincts told me to never stay long in one place.

My presence had affected the people of Seattle like a drug. As long as I stayed there, they were happy, but many people had fallen into depression after my departure. In fact, Seattle had the highest percentage of suicide recorded in one month according to the news. I wouldn't be able to stay with Ana again. Not when it meant so many other people suffered because of that.

But I didn't want to break up with her via text message. So I waited for the end of summer as promised and waited for her in her apartment as soon as the leaves started falling. She jumped in my arms before I could say one word and we ended up in her bed before I could rationalise myself, professing through words and our bodies our love for one another.

I watched her sleep, feeling my heart break. I could disappear right now, and make her feel that our relationship was nothing but a dream, but I didn't want to make her feel like she was crazy. But I knew I wouldn't be able to see her heart break before my eyes.

She woke up in the middle of the night, reaching to switch on her nightstand light before she looked at me with anxious eyes,

"Are you okay?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"You have the breakup eyes. Did you come back to break up with me?"

I swallowed with difficulty but did not answer her question. She sat up in her bed, keeping the sheet close to her body as she muttered, looking down, "Aren't you supposed to make people happy? Because right now, I don't feel happy. I feel like … our relationship is on death row. If you can't handle the long-distance, just say it and we will figure out something."

I took her chin between my fingers and finally told her what I had on my heart, "It's not that, Ana. I do love you, more than anything, but I just … can't. You're a person. You're alive. You have people in your like. And I'm just … a spirit. We never should have met. This was a fluke of the universe."

"Do you regret meeting me?" She asked with tears in her eyes and I nodded,

"I do. I feel like I've ruined your life."

She looked down, her jaw locked ad I continued, "I just … I want you to be happy, Ana. And I know that I can't bring you that. Not for the long term. I love you enough to know that I have to go."

For a moment, she didn't say anything, her eyes still cast downwards before she murmured something so low that I didn't hear her at first.

"What?"

"I HATE YOU! I gave you my heart and you're throwing it on the side! It's not like I didn't know what you were, you told me from the start, but I guess you think I'm too stupid to understand the ramification of being with you.

You know what, get out. Get out of my life! I don't want to see you ever again!"

With that she got up and stomped her way to her balcony, putting her robe on and crying her heart out. I wanted to go to her, to explain that I had to think of the greater good, hers and the planet, no matter how much it broke me, but before I could decide, the rain started falling.

She tried to get back inside, but the wind shut the window, so I rushed to open it for her. But just as my hand touched the handle, lightning coloured the sky and touched her.

I watched powerless as life wittered away from her eyes. I watched as she looked at me with pained surprise as the lightning touched her. I watched as the love of my life died before my eyes.

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

As soon as the lightning got to her, I screamed and tried to get to her. But even though I could open the window, my hands went through her. I couldn't touch her like I used to. Deep down, I knew the reason why, but I refused to admit it to myself. It couldn't be true. She still had so much to do, to live.

For a good minute, I kept on fighting, trying to touch her and bring her back to me, but when the obvious came to me, I ran back inside her apartment and called 911. I knew they couldn't hear me, but as I hoped, they still came to check in a few minutes later.

I watch them take her lifeless form away from me, unable to do a thing, my heart breaking as her body left. I spent the rest of the night in her empty apartment, hoping that, by some miracle, the emergencies would be able to bring her back to life. But all I did was desperately stare at the door and cried my eyes out.

I don't think I have ever experienced loss. Even in my past life. I don't think I would have forgotten this kind of pain. It is not something that can be soothed, it's a constant aching inside of me that never stops and only grows.

But, even though it broke my heart, I stayed in Seattle until her funeral. I noticed that m mood did not affect how people reacted to my present, which I found even crueller. I was bringing joy and happiness to people when all I wanted was to wallow in my grief. Even when her parents came, I found no comfort in that.

I knew people usually found comfort in others sharing their grief, but I couldn't share this with them. They couldn't see me, and they didn't even know about me. I was all alone. Even worse, I had a taste of love and companionship and it had been ripped away in the most twisted and brutal way. I had to see the woman I loved, the love of my life die in front of my eyes.

Her funeral was a bigger affair than I ever expected. Obviously, her parents were there, as well as her family and distant relatives. But there were also many of her coworkers. I knew that she worked in a world fast-paced where no one ever took a day off unless absolutely necessary, and the fact that so many had come to both the service and the ceremony proved to me that she was popular and loved. Of course, she was loved, Ana was a breath of fresh air to everyone, not just to me.

Her mother was the one to make a speech, her father was completely devastated and unable to stop sobbing. It was a beautiful speech, full of anecdotes about Ana at all ages. She told everyone how much Ana liked to give to others, in every way, shape or form. She was very generous with the money she made, but she liked to give as well the little time she had for herself, and she was always a listening ear to more than one person. Ana was a happy person because she likes to make people around her happy, directly or not.

Everyone applauded at that moment, which I found odd because I didn't think it was something people did at funerals, but it seemed the general consensus, Ana made everyone around her happy. Maybe that was the reason I never worked on her. Because she was supposed to make me happy, not the other way around.

After everyone left the cemetery, I stayed there, leaning against her headstone and crying all night long. All night long I lived in an alternate reality where she wouldn't have seen me, and she would still be alive. Though it meant that I would have never had the opportunity to love her, it also meant that she would be alive right now, and that was the best I could ask for.

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

After that night, I avoided Seattle as much as I could. Christmas was over anyway, and so I focused on regions of the world with as few people as possible, as I did before. Me staying too long in one place was never a good thing, I was aware of that now. I walked several times through the Sahara, climbed every high mountain of this planet, visited every uncharted island until I had no other choice but to go back home, to the North Pole.

I didn't want to go back there because it had too many memories of Ana. It was where I had shared so many texts and calls with her, and now, I would have to live with this pain. But what I didn't expect was to find her waiting for me there,

"What took you so long?" She accused men looking at me both annoyed and panicked. "I've been here for … well a long time."

I stared at her, unbelieving and trying to make sense out of this. I reached out for her but stopped, assuring myself that she wasn't a mirage of some sort first,

"Ana? What are you … how …"

She grimaced, looking at her hands before she asked with a pained voice, "I'm dead, aren't I?"

I didn't answer anything but did really reach for her this time. And to my greatest delight, I touched her. I could touch her! So I took her in my arms, crushing her against me and revelling in her presence.

"I woke up here some … time ago. And I don't know. There is no way to get out of here. How did you get here? Did you swim? Fly? Appear?"

I took her head in my hands, a part of my mind recalling that I did feel as confused as her the first time I woke up. But I didn't linger on that. All I cared about was the fact that she was here, with me, in my arms. There were tears in my eyes, blurring my vision and she grimaced, looking down as she realised something,

"I am dead." This time, it was an affirmation. "Mom and Dad must be devastated."

I kissed her to wash her worries away. As sad as it was, I knew it would fade away. Sooner than she thought. She stayed in my arms and asked, her face hidden in my chest, "Christian? It's a bit fuzzy but … I didn't say that I hate you, did I?"

"It doesn't matter babe, it's in the past, and it will fade with time. All I care is that … you do want to … stay here with me?"

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

Ana has been staying with me for the past five years now. We even have gotten married in every country in the world. We usually crash a wedding and recite our vows with the marrying couple, changing only our names. Ana absolutely loves doing that, especially since it gives her the opportunity to discover another culture. I think our record has been seven weddings in one day.

She quickly got a hang on travelling quickly the way I do. In fact, she loves to race me around the world, and yes, she is faster than me, not that I would ever admit it to her. She did insist for us to go see her parents when she realised with horror she couldn't remember their faces. She stole a picture of them, but her presence gave them peace to move on.

We now work together, but little by little, people started believing in Ana more than me, and all year around. Even though people still get excited around Christmas and happily welcome my presence, Ana has seemingly turned into the Spirit of Positive Thinking. Unlike me, she doesn't have a grotesque representation, she is just an idea. But she does inspire people to see the glass half full and to always see the silver lining in the darkest situation.

And she loves it. Sometimes, we spend time apart, mostly so we don't crowd each other. It never lasts more than a couple of days and usually during those times I go inspire people in hot countries and she does the same with people from cold countries because we both prefer those weathers.

But now, I understand why she had a cloud over her. Because she was destined to me, she was destined to be like me. I couldn't influence her moods and feelings just the same way she can't influence mine.

Because we were destined for one another.

Because we were destined to naturally make the other happy.

Because we are happy, now more than ever.

❌THE END❌

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