Don't own Boosh, Noel and Julian do.
He was dying. Falling. Fading into the bleak background. He ran a hand down his cheek, along the sharp contours. He wished he'd stopped him, thrown the helmet back at him but he hadn't. Howince, angst, character death.
For the one you love
Wasn't gonna update but I had a brain wave and here it is. It's a bit strange but then again isn't that what makes us unique? :P
I was ripping out of myself, pulling myself from my own being. I wanted so desperately to crawl back inside, make it all end. I wanted more than anything to tell him that I'd loved him from the very beginning but I couldn't. I love you seemed fitting at the time but it wasn't all that needed to be said. I stood silently behind him, lingering unseen like some sort of ghost. Well, that's what I was, wasn't it? I only needed to see him for one final time before I could let go. However, something stopped me from letting go. Something made hold on, a memory, made me cling on. I took a piece of paper and a pen I found on the side of the table and scrawled;
I love you Howard, I'll always love you. I've loved you since the beginning and I'll never stop loving you. Don't cry, please. You can't see me but I can see you and it's tearing me apart. It's not the end, not yet. I want to hold on and I'll try for as long as possible. If I fall, promise me you'll catch me? If not, then I'll see you soon Mr Jazz-Pants. Well, not soon but in about 50 years. It's not that long… really. I just want you to know that I'll wait for you. I won't cross over to the other side until you do and I'm willing to wait however long it takes. Five or fifty years, I don't care. Don't blame yourself, you didn't know, how were you to realise the brakes were broken? Not like you were driving. Anyway, the Nurse is coming and I don't want her to find this so you have to hide it somewhere, in your pocket, anywhere.
Lots of love,
Vince
P.S- I tried to tell you Howard, I tried to tell you how much you meant to me but I couldn't phrase it. I just couldn't put into words what you mean. I'll keep holding on, I'll keep resisting letting go just for you. I'm not ready to say goodbye. Love you always.
I saw Howard pick up the mysterious letter that had appeared on the floor. He pulled it open and gasped as he read it. He knew it was me before he'd seen the signature. Tears stung at my dead eyes. I didn't know ghosts could cry but my theory was becoming evident. I thought that if ghosts got upset, like if they found out that Mick Jagger was going bald or if Bollo was right about Iggy working in Tesco, they'd cry. I had never felt anymore pain than I was feeling then. Watching Howard cry, over me, trying to be strong, it tore my still heart out. It was weird, I was dead but I was feeling. I wasn't sure what I was feeling but it was something, like a spark lost in what could have been if I hadn't pulled away from the curb. it was all my fault, I'd put his life in my hands and I'd almost lost him. And yet, even in his living he was slipping away from me.
I couldn't touch him. I wanted to but I couldn't. We were from two separate worlds now. One wasn't meant to exist but it did, the other was a harsh reminder of what I used to be. I'd be his paparazzi. Watching him, photographing his every move in my memory because it's the only way I can still be with him. I'd become a crazed fan, a stalker. I'd prowl the night just to be with him, I'd do anything for him now. He shook his head and dropped the letter to the floor.
"He's not real. He's not real, he's dead! Howard, you're kidding yourself." Another fraction of my heart fell apart as he spoke the words "He's not real." I broke through the boundary holding us apart and wrapped my pale arms around him. I breathed on his neck, every puff of warm air making him shiver. "You're imagining it."
"Your not." I breathily blew onto his neck and pulled him closer. He turned in my arms, completely unaware of the fact he was inches away from my lips. I pulled him forward, our lips touching in a moment of pure love and need. It could have been classed as necrophilia but I wasn't a body, I was a spirit. My cold, blue lips lingered on his for a while until I mouthed the words "I can't wait." Before he could realise we were not held together by each other's tender embrace, my body jerked and my eyes bolted open. I instantly looked at Howard's eyes. He looked as though he was dreaming. I smirked and cockily said,
"I'm back baby."
A/N: Happy chapter ending! :} Hope you like it and if it's shit then do feel free to tell me. It's not like I'm gonna die because I wrote a bad chapter. Thanks for the reviews of chapter 1 guys, love you all!
Peace 'n' love,
Mrs Old Gregg!
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