Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen year old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I love everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I love her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minute of everyday, as a ghost.
But, only a ghost. I can't touch her or talk to her. I've tried my hand only goes through her 'flesh' body.

Many times I've ached to talk to her and hold her in m arms. Especially when she cries herself to sleep.

She tries to act brave during the day but at night I watch her cry and whisper my name.

It breaks my ghost heart. People say ghost don't have feelings but they do. Oh, they do.

I now was watching her sleep in her huge bedroom that I remember we slept once.

Her breathing was coming softly. That cute way she always had of breathing through her nose when she slept.
I sat my ghostly body down on the bed and just looked at her.

Her curly brown was in tangles from tossing and turning. Her black, long eyelashes sometimes fluttered as if she was in a dream.
And her lips, oh her lips were as red as ever. Even more kissable and sweet.

Her eyes shot open as if she sensed another being with her. Her eyes scanned the room then rested on me. She hesitated as if seeing me but not really seeing.

"Madison," I whispered and laid down beside her.

She looked around, "Whose there?"
I, at first, was shocked. Normally she could not hear me. But, now it seemed she could.

"It's me Zach," I whispered placing my hand on her arm.
She shivered, "Go away. Please leave me alone. It isn't Zach. It will never be Zach."
Tears filled up her eyes and she shuddered.

"It is me. But, I'm a ghost," I said.
"Prove it," she answered. Ah, thats the Madison I knew and loved. She was always suspicious and non beliving.

"The first time we kissed I ended up biting your lip," I told her laughing a little.

Her eyes widened, "Where are you?"

"I'm a ghost. I'm right beside you," I answered smiling at her confused and utterly cute face.

I ran my hand over her head and she shivered, her skin got the goosebumps.

"Oh, Zach," she whispered turning her head, not realizing my face was now inches away.

"I love you. I'll love you forever," I told her. she started crying.

"I love you. And I always will. Remember we promised to love each other forever and always?" she whispered. She started hiccuping. I chuckled at her beautiful face.

"I'll watch over you, Maddie. I'll be your guardian angel. I'll never leave your side," I said.
"Zach, I hate my life. I want to be with you," she sobbed.
"You will, someday. Someday, you'll die then we can both go to heaven, together," I reassured her.

"Someday..." she repeated dreamily. I planted a kiss on her lips that were wet with tears. I tried to wrap my arms around her but they only went through her soft skin.

"Go to sleep. I'll be with you. I know I won't be able to talk to you all the time but know I will always be with you," I whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, "I love you, Zach."
"I love you too."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 60 years later

I did watch over her. We did talk some. My beautiful Madison grew up and became a public school teacher.
I watched her with delight and at nights we would talk. Even though she couldn't feel me I always held her.

Madison died one fall day, from a stroke. I carried her off to heaven.

We now are ghosts, together. She looks young again and beautiful, but she always was beautiful.

I remember the days I used to watch over her, she never married...