Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎goodnight

A/N: This concept is inspired by the song Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

She turned off the faucet and dried off her hands with the dirty dish rag that she couldn't pull herself to wash.

She put both hands on the edge of the sink and hung her head, seeing her hair fall.

"You should really clean that old rag off, baby." She heard his voice say. She just smiled knowing he was visiting again.

"It smells like you, you know." She responded, turning around and facing his figure standing across from her.

"It kills me to see you this way." He said and took a step closer.

"I still have your necklace." She looked down and admired the St. Christopher hanging loosely from her neck.

"It looks better on you than it did me," He walked over to the window and looked outside.

"I want you back." She said as they walked down the hallway to their old bedroom, "I can't look at your clothes."

"We'll be together someday," He sat down on the bed and looked up at her tear-welling eyes.

"Not soon enough." She let one fall just looking at his sight.

He stood up and looked her in the eyes and put a hand on her cheek. She couldn't feel it, it's like she went numb to his touch, and she let another tear fall.

"I think it's time for you to sleep." He said and patted the mattress to her side of the bed.

"I think you're right." She said and wiped the tear from her eye. She sat down in bed and pulled the covers over her body.

"Goodnight honey. I love you, more than anything. Don't forget it." He said and smiled at her.

"I love you too." She said and closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them he was gone.

And she remembered he was just a ghost now, revisiting her in her hardest nights without him.