A/N: This is the end. I hope you all enjoyed it.
Chapter Nine
He was in a white room. He felt out of place. The room was so clean and pure. He wasn't. He couldn't walk around. He just stood in the small room. He was waiting, but for what?
"Jason." He turned and saw Belle standing there. She, unlike him fit in with the room. She was covered in white and her hair was down and flowing. Jason smiled at her. She smiled back.
"I've missed you." He said. She laughed.
"I haven't been gone that long." She said. He smiled too. He didn't feel sad or hurt here.
"How do I say goodbye to you, Belle?" he asked, suddenly. She sat next to him on the floor. Jason sat down too.
"You have said goodbye, Jason." She said. "You know I am gone, but that you'll see me again."
"Then why am I still haunted by you?" He asked.
"Did you ever think maybe you weren't haunted by me, but by yourself?" She asked. Jason looked into her eyes.
He woke up suddenly. It was still dark. It was the first time he had dreamed about Belle in months. He sat up panting and squinted at the clock. It was three o'clock on Christmas Eve. The one year anniversary of Belle's death. He stood up and went to the window.
"Did you ever think maybe you weren't haunted by me, but by yourself?"
It had been just a dream, but it made so much sense. Did he haunt himself? With a shock of realization he realized what the problem was.
"I am so excited!" Belle said, jumping up and down. Jason was walking her out to the car that last night. He laughed at her child-like attitude.
"We all are, Belle." He said. She got to her car and paused.
"I forgot my jacket." She said with a smack to her forehead. He stopped her from going back inside.
"You'll live without it." He said as he put his own jacket around her shoulders. "You need to just got home and get some rest. It's almost midnight."
"Okay." She said.
After they had said goodbye, Belle realized then that she had also left her cell phone behind. Jason should have protected her. He should have gone back with her to get her cell. But he had driven away, thinking she was driving home too. He hadn't known that she would slip on the stairs and kill herself. He blamed himself for that.
"I am so clumsy." She said, laughing. "I swear it will be the death of me."
Jason frowned. It wasn't his fault. It never was. It was all meant to be. He may never know why she had to die so young, but he was meant to keep living. Jason looked at the red jacket lying on his chair. It was the reason, Belle had died. He picked it up and held it to his face.
"I can't wait to see you again, Belle." He said. "But it may be awhile. I love you."
He picked up the jacket and hung it back up and put it in the back of the closet. He closed the doors and leaned against them. At that moment, he let Belle and his guilt about her death go. He was meant to keep living not die with her. Who knew one little red jacket could cause so much pain?
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