Warning- Angst as well as mention of suicide. So if you don't like it, don't read it.

Phantom POV

Snowy, white Hair...

Most people thought of my white, snowy hair as a burden rather than a gift.

I was born with it ever since I was young, and it was giving me too much attention.

Many people who ever looked at me with those hated eyes would be my enemy.

I didn't like the fact that they thought I was a monster just because my hair is very different from most children at a young age.

I always thought that I would never be friends with anyone, and they'll turn away from me.

That was until I meet him...

His name was Danny Fenton.

He taught me the value of life, always being there for me when I needed him the most, always being happy, cheerful with me, and many more.

We were close to each other, not like most friends would be, but regardless of that, he was my only friend.

I had so much fun with him, up until I died, though.

It was hard for Danny to cope with my death, thus making me into a ghost for the rest of my eternal life.

I hated the fact that he was being bullied by other people for being friends with me, but Danny would always defend me no matter what.

This caused more dislikes from many people, even his parents.

Of course, that didn't stop Danny from being both a good, intelligent person.

I was happy that he made two more friends, and their relationship was good for the most part.

Sure there were some arguments about silly nonsense, but I was happy that Danny didn't' have to alone.

Or so I thought...

One day, I saw his friends arguing about something, and because of that, they ended up walking out of his life.

I hated seeing Danny crying all over again about how it was first me and then them.

I was very pissed, but all I could do was stare at Danny until he fell asleep from his tears.

I knew that I was his guardian and his, only. No matter if other ghosts are telling me to haunt him, I will always be there to protect him.

As the days passed, Danny slowly became too shy with everyone, even his family, and often wished to be alone.

Of course, he's not alone since I'm there with him but seeing him in pain is too much for my objections.

I, somehow, know that Danny will recover from anything with or without help, even if it is too severe.

However, I wasn't expecting him to lead on for death as time became too much for him.

I tried to prevent it, I really did, but nothing could have stopped it.

He died right in front of me with a knife in his chest, blood pouring out of his lifeless body.

Everyone was trying to save him, but nothing was going to get him back alive.

On the day of his funeral, I saw him standing there, about the same age as me, and he smiled when he saw me with tears running down on his face.

Before I could progress with what was happening, he tightly hugged me and poured out on how much he missed me.

I hugged him back and replied to him how much I missed him.

Then, he held my hand and said, "So, now what?"

"Now, we should find other adventures together," I said, seeing his face lit up.

"Then, let's go, my prince with snowy, white hair," Danny responded, kissing me on the cheek, and we walked side by side, not wanting to let go of each other...