A/N: I've had this one done for a while. I meant to put this up earlier, but my computer ate the internet and I wasn't able to post, sorry. And yes, this is another sad one-hooray for angst! X3
I tried a different writing style for this one in as I thought it fit the subject matter better, but please tell me if you think otherwise! I love hearing from my readers, so any and all reviews are welcomed with open arms :D
Oh, and this one is very much D/S, just a heads up for anyone that doesn't like the pairing. Also, beware, it's short!
Disclaimer: The words are mine, but I don't own the show or any of the characters. Which is a good thing, because it would have been canceled-sorry, 'discontinued'-quite a while ago due to my short attention sp-Ooh! Blendy Pens!
(I don't own Blendy Pens either :P)
55. Waiting
It'd been ten years to this day since he'd disappeared. Ten years since he'd gone off to fight the Ghost King for the second time, ten years since he'd promised he'd be back. Ten years since the world discovered his secret, ten years since Pariah Dark was defeated for the third and final time. Ten years since he'd told Sam he loved her.
Ten years, and she was still waiting for him to return.
Sam sat idly beside her window, watching the memorial ceremony taking place downtown. Every year she was invited to attend the ridiculous ritual, and every year she declined. After all, why honor Danny's memory when he was still very much alive? Why put flowers on the gravestone of someone whose body was never found? Why have a funeral for someone who was never proven dead?
Sure, no one had seen him in over a decade, but it didn't matter. He'd promised that he would come back. He'd promised, and he always kept his promises, always. Danny had promised to keep them safe and had succeeded, hadn't he?
During the third major ghost invasion of Amity Park, Danny's secret identity went global. While at first he was treated with fear and prejudice, inevitably the populace wound up worshiping him as their hero, their savior.
And it had only gotten worse since he'd disappeared. Of course he was dead, they insisted, he'd disappeared after the cataclysmic battle that took place above the very streets of the city, and of course, no one could survive a blast that size, no one could survive an explosion of that caliber. It was something that everyone agreed on, that Danny was dead and gone and never coming back.
Except for Sam.
She didn't believe it, couldn't believe it. After all, he'd promised he'd come back. He'd promised. She'd waited ten years for him to return, and dammit, she'd wait the rest of her lifetime and then some if she had to.
Because when Danny had told Sam he loved her, she never got the chance to say it back.
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