A/N: Hey guys so I was getting used to my schedule now that I'm back in school and I think I'm ready to take this story to the next level (i.e. more updates :P) Anyways, I'm planning on finishing up this story soon, at least by winter break-ish. I have a lot of other things that I want to focus on, like a novel, but depending on the results of the reviews at the end of the story I might work on a sequel but for now, this is the only one. Also, I'm still doing this for the pure purpose of entertainment (not like the novel) so there might be a few grammar, spelling, etc. errors, but as always…for more of my work, please check out my blog at . . Thanks for all that visit and are reading…UPDATE TIME!

Chapter 20

Natalie's Point of View

After a couple of days, I finally made it to my destination…home. As I started to drive in the neighborhood, I started to have some feelings of doubt about my decision to come here. After all, I had already put myself through this torment once, why endure it again unnecessarily? But like a sick addiction, I couldn't stop myself as I got closer and closer to my past life. And soon enough, I was parked in front of our house. Everything seemed so surreal. I was here again. I was at the place that had somehow changed my entire personality, as well as perspective. Before this house had become part of my life, I had been so negative. I wasn't exactly the most inwardly happy all the time. I mean, of course I always placed a fake smile on my face and acted as if everything was alright, but it rarely every was. When John had broken into my own personal world and revealed what I was feeling in my heart, he did all he could to make me as happy as possible, and I don't know how things would have turned out if it hadn't been for him.

But now was the time to face the past. With a somewhat curious and certainly unusual future looming ahead of me, I had to come to terms with every part of my past life I could remember and wasn't happy with. I had to do this for myself. And even more than that, I had to do this for John. I always had this feeling after my 'death' that his spirit was there looking after me while I was looking for someone else. Almost like unfinished business. And it was his time to find peace within mine.

I unlocked the door and stepped in. I was slightly shocked the house hadn't been sold, or at least had a different set of locks put in, but I had kept up with everything about this life. What had become of John, the house, family and friends I had known. There were rumors about this house being haunted by the beautiful mother who lost her young child and watched over their soul in this very house. Anyone in their right minds knew that the myth wasn't true, but the south was a very superstitious place and everything supernatural was taken very seriously. However, I wasn't complaining, it enabled me to visit in peace without steak-outs and break-ins.

Everything was just how it had been. The fireplace in the living room still had books and pictures cluttering the mantel. The lace curtains were exactly as they had been for years, drawn shut with the one small rip in it near the floor from the time I had accidently tripped over it in a pair of heels. The back was still the obnoxious overgrown garden that it had always been. Even when both members of the happy couple lived here neither of them tried to 'tame' it. It was beautiful in a unique way. It wasn't like others people's yards with neatly trimmed grass and designated spots for walkways. The entire thing was covered in lush patches of thick grass and wildflowers in addition to the daffodils John had covered the yard in one year for her birthday. Candles were still placed throughout the yard making the entire place light up in a way that was absolute magic at night. Even their room remained the same. The bed was neatly made with a record player in the corner with its entire perimeter covered in records-mostly jazz. My vanity was still there with a tray of perfumes sitting on top of it. John's razor was in the medicine cabinet, again, there were candles everywhere, and there were even some dried rose petals scattered on the floor for the multiple times my amazing husband had attempted (and succeeded) grand romantic gestures. John's military trunk lay on the floor of our closet, all its contents still locked up in it. And all my clothing was hung neatly on one side, with his on the other. And right in the middle where our clothes met was our box.

This box was the most special thing she still had with her. It contained memories that could never be replaced. It was actually quite a large box, but everything in it was special all the same. It had a bottle of champagne they had shared that night they met during mardi gras. It had photographs of the two of them. It had their guest book from their wedding, as well as the blanket his parents had given us at our wedding, as was tradition. It was ours to cuddle with, to warm our hearts until we melted into one, it was ours to hide under and escape the world together, it was ours to remind us of our love. It had a couple of his journals. It also had the record with our song on it. And at the very bottom of the chest were two things I didn't remember putting in there but brought tears to my eyes none the less. After my death, John had put the dress we were planning on bringing the baby home in (we were always hoping it would be a girl) as well as a portrait of me.

I was overcome with the memories, but somehow in the best way possible. And for a little while, I was completely content.

A/N: I know its kind of short and basically just talking about her home but it is still really important! Anyways, I love you all for reading and PLEASE review! I'll love you forever!