Dedicated to: someone I once knew and will never see again. He won't leave my thoughts or my dreams...
4) My Immortal
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
The young man stood over the grave, his hands deep in the pockets of his jet-black suit jacket. The wind rippled through his raven hair as he continued to gaze at the tombstone with blue eyes filled with loss and loneliness. He knelt, not caring that the wetness from last night's storm would destroy his dress pants. He reached out a trembling hand slowly, tracing the block letters on the stone: S-A-M-A-N-T-H-A. He choked back a sob as he rested his head against the cold stone.
"Sam," he whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks, "I'm so sorry, Sam. I-I couldn't save you." The same whispered apology had become an annual ritual for the past four years. "It's not fair," he choked out. "Why did you leave me? I didn't even get to tell you…just how much…you really meant to me…"
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
--FLASHBACK—
Danny fell to the ground, bouncing only slightly before landing hard on his stomach. He groaned and shook his head, attempting to rise. The ghost floated closer, watching him, and he turned glowing green eyes toward the phantom as it began to charge up for a blow that would kill him. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to stop her.
"NOOOOOO!" Danny screamed as Sam ran to block the blast from him, catching it full force in the chest. Her limp body fell to the ground unceremoniously.
Finding sudden strength, he crawled to her and cradled her dying body in his arms, now returned to Danny Fenton. She gazed into his blue eyes as her breathing weakened.
"Danny," she whispered, "I...want to...to tell...you something."
He knew it was useless to argue with her to save her strength; they both knew she was too stubborn to listen. "What?" he whispered back.
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
She reached up a hand to touch his cheek. "I...I love you...Danny. I really...truly...love you."
His breath caught in his through, but before he could reply, she breathed her last. Her hand fell limply from his cheek.
"No," he choked out, tears falling unchecked. "No, Sam, wait. I didn't get to tell you! Come back, Sam! I didn't get to tell you!" He held her body close to him, sobbing harder still as he could feel the warmth leaving her body just like her life had already done. "No...Sam, please," he sobbed. "NO!"
A strange fury was released from the hybrid, bathing the entire building in a strange white glow before dying down, leaving a sobbing raven-haired teen cradling a cold corpse. The ghost and any ghost in the building had been torn to pieces atom by atom.
--END FLASHBACK—
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
"I love you too, Sam," he choked out, the words that he'd held inside for four years finally bursting out of him. "I really, truly, love you, and I will always love you." He set the red rose upon the grave and stood, a look of grim determination in his eyes.
He removed the weapon from his pocket, staring at the gun in his hands. He had finally managed to get the words out, and now, he was going to join her. He brought the weapon to his heart, cocking it. He closed his eyes as his fingers prepared to squeezed the trigger…and then he heard it.
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
"Danny…" It was faint, and he almost passed it off for a trick of the wind until he felt something caress his cheek. "Danny…" He opened his eyes; he was alone. "Danny…" He dropped the weapon in shock as a wisp of blue smoke escaped his mouth.
"S-Sam," he whispered.
"I love you," her voice whispered on the wind.
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
Without a second thought, Danny did something he hadn't done since she had died. Two rings moved up and down his body. The suit disappeared, a black jumpsuit with white accessories and a white "D" emblem on his chest replacing it. His raven hair turned white, and when he opened his eyes they glowed green. He felt the wind twist around him as though embracing him as he began to fly, flying through the sky and above the clouds with her…his immortal Sam Manson.
i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along
A/N: Was Sam a ghost, or was that just a trick of the wind? Perhaps what you should be asking is, "Why should I wait until they're dead to tell them how much they really mean to me?" Dear readers, take this time to remember your loved ones and tell them how much you love them. Being able to tell them after death is simply a sad piece of a thing called Fiction.