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I woke up the next morning to find Jesse not there.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the closet.

His clothes were gone, and so were all of his belongings.

He had left.

He had left without saying goodbye at all. I could feel tears coming on, but I quickly pushed them away. I lay back down in bed, thinking of all the good times that Jesse and I have had together, when something caught my eye.

It was a note. I picked it up. It was from Jesse.

Querida,

My flight is supposed to leave early, at 5:30, so I had to wake up early. I didn't want to wake you, because I had a feeling that you didn't sleep well last night. I did however give you a kiss before I left.

I touched my lips, they felt like they did every time after Jesse kisses me. They felt smooth and soft.

I can not wait to see you again, next year. I love you Susannah, remember that. I will love you forever and for always.

Love,

Jesse

P.S. While I'm in Europe, I promise that I won't call in love with a foreign girl, I swear.

I smiled faintly.

My ring sparkled as I twisted it around in my fingers.

"I miss you already." I whispered.

"Miss who?" a voice said, and I swung around. I gasped, because standing in front of me was the ghost.

"What are YOU doing here! Are you trying to kill me again! Look, I don't know what happened to you, or who you are, or what your name is, but I didn't kill you. I have enough on my mind as it is, and I'm NOT going to let you kill me for something that I didn't do!" I screamed.

"Look." The ghost said.

"I know it wasn't you who killed me. I know it. I figured out from one of Paul's friends.. I think his name was John, that Paul really did kill me. No, John can't speak to ghosts, but I overheard him telling one of his friends."

"How DID Paul kill you?" I asked, afraid to even know the answer.

"Well." The ghost said. "I don't know. I went to sleep and I woke up, and the next thing I knew, I was a ghost." I gasped.

"Oh my gawd." I gaped.

"Paul.. murdered you in your sleep!" She slowly nodded her head. I KNEW that there was nothing right with that boy.

"Paul is a total idiot." I said, still twirling the ring around.,

"But I can't help you with your problem, I got another HUGE problem that I have to deal with first." She came over to me and sat down on the bed.

"What problem?" she asked. I just looked into her ghostly eyes, but who I saw was a totally different person then the person who had tried to kill me before. She looked like a kind girl, just wanting a friend. I sighed.

"You know that person I was with in the Haunted Mansion, when you first threatened me? The guy, you know, the other person who could see you too?" She nodded her head. "Well, he WAS my boyfriend." She gasped.

"Oh, He broke up with you? I'm so sorry." She patted my shoulder affectionately.

"No." I said, pushing her hand off my shoulder.

"It's not that." She looked perplexed.

"The day we came home from Magic Kingdom, and you tried to kill me again, well after you left, he proposed to me." I said, holding out my ring for her to see.

"But since he's a doctor, he got a once in a lifetime job offer in England, and I wasn't allowed to go with him. So I'm not getting m-m-married, and there is only one visiting week each year, and he only left this morning, but I already miss him so much." I let one small tear drop down my face. The ghost lifted up my head and hugged me.

"I'm sorry." She said, pulling me close. Okay, this ghost was hugging me, and this ghost was the same ghost who tried to kill me, but my one moment of friendship with this ghost was interrupted.

We heard to sound of a plane start.

Jesse.

That was all my mind could think of at the time.

I ran out to the balcony, and saw a small private plane on a landing pad. There were two people walking onto the plane, a business man, and….

My mind stopped.

My heart raced.

My body felt weak.

Jesse.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone off of the bedside table and speed dialed his number. I waited impatiently for him to pick up.

I could see him dropping his bags and reaching into his pocket.

Yes! I thought.

He was going to pick up the phone.

I finally heard his voice.

"Querida." He said.

"Jesse!" I practically screamed. I turned around and the ghost was chucking my jeans, bra, underwear, flip-flops, and a t-shirt at me. I quickly put them on, grabbed a room key, and ran out the door.

"Susannah, I'm about to get on the plane." He said, nervously.

"I know." I said.

"But I have to tell you something." I said, thinking briefly of the ghost.

"What Querida?" I could tell that he was resting, and he was getting more engrossed in this conversation. I ran out of the elevator and out of the door. As I ran across the parking lot, I told him.

"Jesse, that ghost came back." Was all I could say.

Jesse's voice sounded concerned.

"What did she do? Did she hurt you? Attempt to kill you? What?" I could almost see the plane, and Jesse.

"She told me she was sorry, and that she figured out that Paul… well.. murdered her.. but she's being nice to me, I swear." I could see him in view.

"Um, Jesse?" I said.

"Yes?" he asked, calmly.

"I have to go." I said.

"I love you." Jesse cooed, and I could tell that he was waiting for a response, but I just hung up.

He looked at his phone in an expression that was confused.

He closed it, and put it in his pocket. Now was my time to act. I jumped out and tackled him to the ground.

"I love you too." I said, and kissed him. Jesse was a little shocked, but soon, we were making out, on the ground, in front of this noisy jet plane.

In front of his new company.

Our kiss was broken away by a big strong guy who was pulling me off of Jesse by the collar, and holding me in the air.

I couldn't breath. I tried to pull my collar out of his grasp, but I couldn't do it.

"Come on. Plane leaving now." The big man said, and he chucked me into some bushes at the side of the landing pad.

"You can't do that!" Jesse screamed.

"I LOVE HER! SHE'S MY FIANCEE!" he screamed.

Man I love that guy.

I managed to get out of the bushes, and I had a lot of scraps and bruises. Jesse just gaped at my arm.

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO HER!" he screamed. At first I didn't know what he was talking about, and then I looked down at my arm.

It was red, I mean, I couldn't see any skin it was so red.

I just ran away, afraid that I would get beat up more, but I collapsed in the parking lot.

I woke up a couple hours later to find a Disney Cast member help me off the pavement. "Hey," he said, picking me up off the ground.

"Are you okay?" I looked down at the pavement, it was red from my arm. I quickly turned around, and noticed that the plane was gone. I started to cry.

"I guess that's a no." He said, and then he saw my arm.

"Oh my, you're going to need that cleaned up." But I didn't listen to him.

"HE'S GONE! HE'S G-G-GONE!" he looked me in the eyes and asked me,

"Who?" I sniffled a replied,

"My fiancée." He stared at me in saddened eyes.

"Oh. What happened?" he asked. So I told him the story.

He stared at me some more, and then finally said,

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, but we better get you cleaned up", and he placed me in the golf cart, and drove to the Disney emergency center.

After I got all fixed up, he told me that he was sorry, and that he hopes that I will see him again, and I left. I walked back to my room and found Brad sitting there. He ran over to me, and hugged me.

"I'm, so sorry." He said.

For once, Brad was nice.

For once, I accepted his kindness, and at that one second, my life was calm, but I knew it wasn't going to stay that way for long, because no matter what decisions I made in life, something went wrong.

And one something was going to happen right then. My cell phone started ringing, and it was Paul.

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