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I was just about to let myself fall, when I heard a voice I swear I thought I would never hear again.
"I can't believe that you could be this selfish, Finn Hudson."
I turned around and saw Rachel. Although, it wasn't REALLY Rachel. I mean, it looked like her, but she had a cold, sad, and transparent look to her. But from all of the emotion I was getting from her, her disappointment was the most apparent.
"R-Rachel? But how-" I was so shocked that I could barely speak.
"Yes, Finn, it's me."
"But your…d-dead." I still had trouble saying the word.
"Yes, I am. But what did I tell you before I died?" She asked me.
"That you'll never leave me." I said quietly.
"So this is me, keeping my promise." She said and smiled at me, although that smile soon disappeared. "So, what do you think you were planning on doing?"
"Umm," I wanted to tell her something else, but I knew I couldn't lie to her. "I-I was umm, about to jump."
"Ah, yes. Of course you were," She said, anger flashing through her pale eyes. "I always knew that if I wasn't around you'd have a hard time, but I never thought that you could be this selfish."
"Selfish? Are you kidding me? I was going to do this for you, and for us! How is that selfish?" I asked annoyed.
"Okay, first of all, I do NOT want you to die! Especially because of me! And it's selfish because of what you're doing to others! What about your friends? What about your family? Did you ever think of how they would cope? Suicide is the ultimate selfish crime."
Now that I thought of it, she had a point. I was being selfish. I never even put my friends and family into consideration.
"Your right. I'm sorry. But this is what it's been like without you. I'm just so glad your back." I went to hug her, but as I did I felt a cold wind pass through me.
Rachel giggled. "I may be talking to you, but I'm still dead, you idiot. So that makes me a ghost, and ghosts can't be touched."
"Right, I knew that." I smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. "Come on, let's go home."
I started walking to the car, but when I didn't hear footsteps behind me, I turned back around. "Are you coming?"
"I can't." She said quietly.
"Why not?" I asked, confused.
"Well, I appeared here because you wanted me to. This is the place you wanted me to be. I can't leave here, Finn. I don't know what would happen if I tried, but I know that it won't be good."
I tried to hide my disappointment, but failed. "Oh. Okay. Do you want me to stay?"
"No. Go home. Get some rest. I'll be fine." She smiled her beautiful smile at me.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, on one condition." She said seriously.
"And what would that be?" I questioned her.