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Suze's POV
He was gone.
For good. The words echoed around my brain, like when you drop one of those 25 cent bouncy balls. Just keeps going and going…
I knew I'd never see him again. As hard as it was to accept, I…well…I got it. I really did. He had gone to that place, where the ghosts go…and don't come back.
A sob stuck in my throat as I thought about him, alone, wandering down that endless hallway with all those doors…
And all I'd have is memories.
Really? That just makes everything worse. When you can remember every litte detail so perfectly that it hurts. That you expect to see him running a hand through his hair, smiling, reading a book in that stupid window seat…
Trying to use the microwave…
Poor guy. He never really got that great. Well, it was confusing. And a little disconcerting when your microwave talks to you.
"Your food is done, your food is done…"
I was knocked out of my microwave possessed thoughts when a ghost materialized infront of me.
And I had that split second thought…maybe it's him.
But it wasn't. Of course.
A girl actually. To the best of my knowlege (which was really quite good) Jesse wasn't one.
"Yah?"
She rolled her brown eyes, and I realized it was a little rude.
"Sorry."
"'S okay. I have something for you."
She extended a hand, and gave me this little piece of paper, folded up all neatly.
She dematerialized with a swish of her long brown hair.
I shook my head.
Ghosts.
Can't live with 'em…
Actually, there is no other half on that. Not for me, anyway.
I looked at the paper and let out a sob. A tear stained the paper.
Querida
With that one simple word, written in that loopy handwriting, I knew who it was from.
And now I didn't want to open it. Because that would mean that it really was over…and I still didn't want to accept that, even if I knew it was true.
But I had to look.
Morbid curiosity, maybe. Or just the fact that it was a connection to him…
—my last one.
Susannah,
You know that I didn't want to leave you, and if I'd had a choice, I wouldn't have. I'm sorry.
Maybe I should have left well enough alone, but I need you to hear this, and I didn't have time to tell you. I love you. I always will. You saw me when no one else could—
Well, duh.
—and brought me to life. I know you're upset, but you will move on. I will always be watching you. I love you Querida, know that.
Te amo,
Jesse
"I love you too, Jesse."
I fell back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as tears fell down my cheeks and soaked the bedspread.
Paul's POV.
That, was really not how I envisioned spending anine thirty toten slot on a Monday.
Or any day, actually.
He had just left I really don't know why he'd come and visited me, when he could have been with Suze. And couldn't he just stay with her? Sure, he was a ghost. That didn't stop them before…
And why make me promise?
Especially that?
Ghosts. Never could figure 'em out.
"Take care of her Slater."
I wheeled around in my chair, my shock unhidden at the sight of Jesse in my house.
"What?"
"You know who I'm talking about. You're the only one who can. Promise me."
" Me, I—" I started, then stopped, just kind of…stunned.
"Promise me…Paul." He used my first name. One of the…I dunno, three? Times he'd ever done so.
I gave him a weird look.
"Just do it," his voice was doing that weird growling thing again, the voice he used to use when he was pissed off at me, back when he was dead.
The first time, I mean.
"Okay. Sure."
"Promise me."
That weird growl thing again. At least he wasn't wearing the pirate pants…
"I promise."
"Good."
And he was gone.
Without so much as a thank you.
I still don't know what he meant by it. Why would Simon come to me? She never had…but I'll keep my promise.
I don't break promises…
…most of the time.
And he didn't have to make me promise. I'll always take care of Suze. She just might not let me.
But he thinks she needs someone, and I'm betting now.
Great. Really. I get to be her punching bag.
I got in my car and drove over to Suze's.
David answered the door.
"She's upstairs."
"Thanks."
You know, out of all her brothers, I like him best.
He's the only one that doesn't hate my guts.
"Suze?"
I tapped on the door, heard her crying.
I slowly opened the door, finding her clutching this piece of paper like it was her lifeline, and bawling.
"Suze…I'm sorry."
She just looked up at me and then hugged me.
Shocked, didn't even begin to cover it. I wrapped an arm around her, patting her awkwardly.
"Don't leave me."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
Where had I heard that before…
"Promise."
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