The Ghost of You ~ TaeGyu

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The contents of my stomach emptied out onto the black asphalt of the road, the scent of blood potent in the air.

Hot tears streamed down my face as I dialed 911, hyperventilating as I explained the situation to the operator.

After a while, the questions seemed repetitive, i just wanted them to help Taehyun.

"He has to be okay right?"

I looked at his body, how it slumped over in the seat.

Sirens sounded in the distance, they're here.

They'll help Taehyun.

They made me leave the scene and stand by the ambulance so they could ask questions about the accident.

I was feeling more calm knowing the ambulance was taking care of Taehyun.

I knew he was too far gone.

I processed everything once I looked back towards the car and I saw them zip Taehyun up in a long blue bag.

No.

Why did you have to take him away?

I went to church.

Why?

If there was a god why would he do this to me?

Why would he do this to Taehyun?

If he's real I hate him.

I hate him for what he did to Taehyun.

Was this some sort of punishment?

I want him back.

God isn't a saint, he isn't all mighty, he's a murderer.

He killed the boy I loved.

non-believers don't deserve to go to hell, god does.

Every bit of faith I had died that day.

Taehyun was never the religious type anyway.

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Beomgyu didn't believe it, he couldn't believe he was feeling Taehyun in his arms again.

It felt so real.

It had to be real.

"I saw you dead. How are you here?"

"I don't know."

Beomgyu met Taehyun's eyes.

Dark, lifeless, as they were in the drivers seat.

But he was here, he could feel him.

"You're paler than what you were. You used to be so tan."

"I didn't notice."

Beomgyu wiped his face of tears, looking Taehyun up and down.

"I don't understand how you're here."

"I don't either Gyu."

Tears started working their way down Beomgyus face again.

"Gyu." Beomgyu repeated.

"I'm gonna wake up soon aren't I?"

"No."

"This is the cruelest thing my brain has done to me." Beomgyu whispers, bringing himself closer to Taehyun.

"Hey..you know Gyu, I'd like to think I'm real too, you know..the only thing I've been hearing since i got here is about how i'm not.."

"Taehyun..you died a year ago. I visited your grave just 30 minutes ago."

"How have you been since that night?"

"All of the days seem to blur together. After a while, my other friends stopped trying to help me."

"I wouldn't blame them, I left them all for you anyway."

Beomgyu looked away from Taehyuns face, unable to bear it any longer.

"I'd kill them all for you to come back."

"I'm here."

"Do you still love me?" Beomgyu asks.

Taehyun is quiet for a moment, he looks at Beomgyu in his lap.

He looks older. That's to be expected, it's been a year after all.

He's taller, he might be getting taller than me soon.

He used to dress up, now he's wearing clothes that look like pajamas.

When's the last time he's changed these clothes?

I think he's wearing my old hoodie.

I remember, he told me he lost it, but I would see it on his floor every time I came over.

It was sweet, I didn't mind it.

His room used to always be fairly clean as well, but..now it's just filthy.

Beomgyu used to sleep too much for his own good.

The bags under his eyes tell me he doesn't do that anymore either.

His eye's don't have that sparkle, he lost his loud, endearing personality.

Long hair looks good on him, it doesn't look like it's been cut since last June.

Was I really that important to him?

He was my only friend, but he had so many.

He was outgoing, people liked him.

When I came into his life did I steal him away from everyone? Everything?

He was the nicest anyone had ever been to me.

That's why I wanted to be his friend.

That's why I started coming to him more and more.

That's why I fell in love with him.

"Do you still love me?"

Of course I do. That's why I came here.

Does he hate me for what happened that night?

I don't know what he saw.

But, from what I can gather right now, Beomgyu looks as dead as I do.

I want to fix that.

I want him to be happy again.

"Of course I love you Beomgyu."

He only cried harder.

"Why would I have come back here if I didn't?"

Beomgyu sounded so broken, how he sounded every time Taehyun would talk, it made him want to cry himself.

But Taehyun couldn't cry.

He was with Beomgyu again.

After a while, Beomgyus cries came to a stop, and his breaths evened out.

He had fallen asleep.

Taehyun knew he needed it.

He didn't have the heart to wake him up.

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