Wow, thanks for all the reviews I got. Well, here's the second chapter, don't forget to let me know what you think ...

Chapter 2 - Without You

Piper just stared at it, even though she could really make out what it said, her vision was so blurred by her own tears. She knew, however, word for word what it said, the words would stick in her mind forever.

Leo Wyatt, aged 16. Taken too soon, rest in peace.

She felt arms around her shoulders, some one pulling her away from his gravestone. Maybe whoever it was knew how much she wanted to throw herself into the hole with him.

And then she was home, curled up on the sofa, staring at the wall. It was almost three days since the funeral, a weeks since his death. And she kept seeing both events over and over and over. She hadn't slept. She hadn't eaten. She hadn't done anything other than cry. She couldn't do anything else.

How could she live when he was gone?

How could she feel without him to love?

How could she keep on breathing, how come the weight of her own pain didn't just crush her?

"Here." Prue was forcing another hot cup of something towards her. Every surface in the house must be littered with cups of various teas, coffee, hot chocolate. Anything her sister's or grams could think off. But it wasn't going to help, was it? It wouldn't bring him back, nothing would. He was gone.

And it was all her fault.

It made it worse, so much worse, knowing that he'd died saving her. If she had been a better witch, everything would be OK, he'd still be here ...

Plus the demon was still out there, still alive while Leo ...

Putting the cup on the coffee table in front of her, Piper got to her feet and dragged herself up to her room. She couldn't stay in the same room as them for long - she could sense Prue getting ready to talk to her, to try and make her talk. But she couldn't speak.

As far as she was concerned, the day Leo had died, so had she.

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He was floating. It was strange, he'd never felt so light and free. And yet at the same time in the back of his mind was that thought. Piper.

"Do you want to join us?" He didn't know where the man had come from, but he was dressed in golden robes and was smiling.

"Wh-what?"

"Join us, help people." A woman was talking to him now. More people we appearing.

"Help - people?"

"Yes. Become a whitelighter ... help people ..."

He was dead, he knew that. It hadn't taken him long to figure it out, not when an "angel of death" had led him through a big, gaping hole.

But if in death, he could help people, then wasn't that the right thing to do? What he wanted to do?

"Yes." He whispered.

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"Leo, I need you." Piper sobbed. Sat on her bed, staring at the wall, she knew there was no way he could hear her. And yet ...

"Piper, I know it sounds scary, but it's perfect for you. Helping people? You are such a good person, it's what you're meant to do." Leo said. It was hard to be freaked out about the whole magic thing when he was so calm.

"Leo, demon's are coming after us all the time. Demons and warlocks and god knows what else. They want to kill us. And ... and ... what if something happens to you?" Piper looked up at him, her brown eyes shining with fear.

"Niether of us are going anywhere." He said firmly. "We are both going to stay alive, stay together, always. One day we'll get married, and have kids and grow old together, OK? You have to believe that. I'll never leave you. Nothing, not even death, could keep us apart, remember that, OK? I promsie, I will always be here."

"You promise?" She murmered.

"Yes. I promise."

Rooting through her drawer, she found a pad of paper and a pen, and started scribbling furiously, suddenly able to think clearly, stop crying. Was it stupid to right a letter to a dead person?

She didn't think so, she had to do it. She had to let him know how she was feeling, she knew he'd find it, he wouldn't really leave her, he'd promised. And he'd never broken any promsie to her, ever. She could trust him.

Finally done, she sat back, gave a dry cough, and read what she had written.

Leo,

I know you are reading this, somehow. I know you wouldn't leave me. They keep telling me you're gone, forever. But you have to come back, I know you will. Without you, I don't make sense, I'm not me, I'm not whole. It's like a part of me is gone, with you went half of my life, my past, my soul, and my entire future. They keep saying that the pain will fade, that I'll feel better, it will all be better. How can it? This is different, this is you and me.

I know that somehow, you will come back to me. I know it's my fault you're dead, and words cannot describe how much I hate myself for it. I am so sorry. But nothing, not even death, can keep us apart. You told me that. You promised. And one day soon, I promise you, we will be together again - You taught me never to give up and I never will. Love, magic, or both, will bring you back to me.

With all my heart I love you, I always have and I always will.

Always, Piper xxx