1 HeartBreak

It Begins:

What should I say? "Oh Pardon my intrusion" or "Sorry, is this a bad time" both come to mind but those statements seem too nonchalant for this situation. I'm hurt, and I want to cry. I can't speak. Because I just walked in on one of my closest friends and my boyfriend, screwing around. Amber, the girl I called my friend, only smiled at me and said.

"Oh hey Lemon, could you come back a little later?" There was no remorse in her voice and just the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore so I ran.

"Lemon! Wait!" Jack yelled after me, but I couldn't turn around. I'm so confused and emotional right now, that I might slip up and forgive him, just so I can feel better. My only escape was to get in my car and drive, with no destination. The tears in my eyes made my vision blurry and to make it even worse, it began pouring down raining. Why the fuck did this happen to me? What have I done that was so wrong to deserve this?! While my thoughts were spinning I heard the car hit something. My heart panicked and I stopped to get out and check. I was on a rarely used road over a bridge... yet there was a boy there. He was covered in blood and I knew without checking that he was already dead. My mind was still racing and in a panic, I pushed the body over the edge of the bridge into the waters below. As the rain washed away the evidence of my sin, I decided never to indulge in self-pity again. If I'm capable of doing something like this, I'm getting what I deserve.

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"Unless you let go of your hatred you cannot join us."*☺"Ignore him, continue to hate her, and rule with me, I need you by my side."*☻ "I propose a test; the results will determine your destiny" *☺"I hope you fail."*☻

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3 years later...

Amber treated me coldly after that and I assume she and Jack began officially dating. It was hard for me to feel jealous; I had no right to be. I did my best to pay as little attention to them as possible. My other friends Kim and Star eventually distanced themselves from me, seeming to enjoy Amber's company more than mine and claiming I was gross and depressing. After that day I no longer cared much about my looks or personal grooming. My self-worth has been flushed down the toilet so I resigned myself to sitting alone and being by myself. At least it was peaceful... I guess I should live the rest of my life like this as an atonement. Today is a special day though, so I brushed my hair and got dressed up, and then I went to the florist and ordered a mixed flower bouquet. I went to the bridge where I took that stranger's life; there, I placed the flowers down then stood and looked over the railing. I wonder if he had a family... I wonder if they're still searching for him and crying because of me... I wonder what he's missing out on and... I wonder if he was on this bridge that rainy day... to commit suicide. Though, I'm probably just thinking about that to make myself feel better.

"I prefer roses personally." A male voice said suddenly, catching me off guard.

"Ah, I didn't know anyone was here." I hadn't spoken to anyone in months so I was feeling a little nervous. "I'll just leave." I began walking towards my car; I noticed there were no other cars around and wondered where this man came from because there were no houses near this area either. Before I could reach my car he grabbed my wrist tightly, his hand was cold and his touch sent shivers through my whole body.

"I know what happened here 3 years ago." He whispered accusingly and I couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Let go of me!" I shouted slapping him hard across the face and ripping my wrist free. Then I got in the car to drive home as fast as I could. He knows... th-then does that mean he's going to turn me in or does he intend to blackmail me?! I've never been so afraid in my life, but I wouldn't mind going to jail and I'm no longer afraid of dying so why am I so overwhelmed with fear? Oh yeah, it's because I still have things left to do. I entered my apartment,

"That was really rude," I screamed when I heard a familiar voice coming from inside. Then looked and there on my couch lay the man I met earlier. He had golden eyes and reddish-brown hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and very distinct features. He smiled at my frightened face; I turned to leave but the door slammed in front of me. "You really don't recognize me do you?" I didn't have time to listen to him, my brain was screaming to run but no matter how hard I tried the door wouldn't open. "I'm the guy you killed." He clarified in a hushed tone. I stood; shocked at first then I slowly released the doorknob and turned to look at him.

"Th-that's impossible." I couldn't believe his words but when he said that I remembered the boy who died, having the same colored glasses and his hair is such a unique shade that the guy who I killed and him having the same one can't be a mere coincidence. He smiled and as his teeth glistened the lights in my house flickered.

"I've come to haunt you." He said in a low, almost playful tone and a great relief flowed over me.

"Oh... I'm so glad." I was so filled with joy I couldn't stop crying. "Please, haunt me, do whatever you want to me! Even kill me." The man tilted his head then the lights flickered for a second and he was suddenly only inches in front of me. Finally, the day of retribution has come.

"Is that really what you want?" He inquired. I smiled at him and nodded; he then sighed and walked away from me seemingly annoyed. "Then you'll just have to go on living. I'm not here to give you what you want." His voice was cold and the temperature in the room seemed to lower as he continued speaking. "I came to see you, to ask for a favor actually." He stated after moments of silence.

"What's that?" I am willing to do anything.

"Before you killed me... I had fallen for a girl. I want you to reunite me with that girl... my final wish is that she knows how I feel." I was surprised by such a simple and pure request. I got on my knees and bowed to him.

"Of course! I'll help you! I'll do whatever you ask!" He stared at me expressionlessly for a few seconds then broke out into a smile.

"You're a weird girl Lemon." He knows my nickname... I sat looking at him quietly then after some time passed he sneered and said "Can you stop staring at me?" I looked down.

"I'm sorry... I was just surprised you knew my name." I admitted.

"Of course I do, I've been watching you for over 3 years." I kept my head down, afraid to make him angry again.

"What would you like to do?" I asked. I wonder what ghosts do for fun?

"Do you have Netflix? I'd like to watch something." His response caught me a little off guard but I quickly nodded and gave him the TV remote. Although he's a ghost, he seems completely tangible and has no problem touching physical objects. He glared at me that's when I realized I was staring again.

"I'm sorry, I'll go." I offered and rushed towards the hallway.

"Wait." He said it quietly so I almost didn't hear him. "Watch at least one episode with me." I couldn't refuse since I owed him so much. So I sat on the couch with him distancing myself as much as possible. He laughed at me. "What's wrong? Just sit comfortably." I relaxed, moving slightly closer. He then refocused his attention on the T.V. I'm having trouble understanding if he hates me or not... it'll be easier for me if he hates me though. I ended up watching a complete series with him. He seemed completely enthralled and he laughed many times, I felt silly for being scared of him just earlier today.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I told him while he was picking out something else to watch.

"Alright, can I watch?" I blushed at his unexpected request.

"Um, I said I'll do whatever you asked b-but...that's a little...um..."

"Calm down, I'm joking." He smiled then added, "Although, I wouldn't mind." His eyes looked over me and I folded my arms over my chest and turned away.

"Just keep your mind on the girl we're looking for!" Is he a pervert, or is he really joking?

"I'm always thinking about her." His voice lost emotion and he began flipping through TV channels again. I took that as my cue to leave. When he said he's always thinking of her, he didn't sound happy, I wonder why. I wrapped up in a towel and when I left the bathroom he was waiting outside the door; I screamed. I had gotten so used to living alone. He's dead already so I shouldn't be so nervous. "My name is Miguel by the way... I'll be staying with you until we find who I'm looking for... until then I'm not leaving your side." I held my towel securely.

"I understand," I replied. He smiled slightly.

"Are you going to sleep?" Miguel asked. I nodded, he didn't say anything else so I went ahead to my room. Once I got inside he was already there. I shrieked and my response seemed to amuse him. "Goodnight, Lemon." He stated he smiled for a second then his eyes darkened to a blood red and he vanished. Once he was gone I managed to change clothes and go to sleep.

Reminding me that yesterday wasn't a dream I awoke to him floating above me smiling.

"Good morning."He greeted and I couldn't help but be startled.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," I complained. He floated down and sat beside me.

"Only almost? I'll try harder next time." The seriousness in his voice kind of hurt a little.

"I have classes today." I announced, "So I'll have to help you find her after that." He hummed.

"Alright... she attends Weaver University. Can we go there?" He inquired.

"That's... my college," I admitted and he smiled.

"Perfect, then we can just look for her at the same time." He stated cheerfully.

"But... it's been 3 years; she might have already graduated or dropped out." I hated myself for being such a pessimist but I couldn't help it.

"She hasn't." That was all he said. I didn't have the nerve to say anything else. I decided to walk to school and having Miguel beside me was like having a mobile AC. At times he looked so real I forgot he was a ghost but then he'd walk through a pole or walk through a person, without them seeing him and they'd shiver suddenly.

"Am I the only one who can see you?" I asked.

"I signed a contract to come back to Earth... one of the conditions is; that only my killer can see me." My heart was filled with guilt.

"I see..." He seems to be in a bad mood so I should try to refrain from saying anything else. Yet, once we arrived at my college I built up some courage, just enough so I could ask "Can you... tell me something about her?"

He looked at me, then he finally smiled before saying,

"No, that would make things too easy." I pouted and before I could argue he vanished. I noticed some of the people around me giving me weird looks and blushing brightly... they must think I'm crazy!... So, I hung my head and quietly rushed to class.