Ghosted

by J.M. Darhower

This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever loved a story so much they could quote it.

There's nothing in the world quite like being part of a fandom. Never let anyone shame you for it. Read those books. Watch those movies. Binge those TV shows. Love those characters. Admire those celebrities.

Sing that (on-hiatus, totally-not-broken-up) boy band at the top of your lungs. Do what makes you happy.

Eyeing her warily, he took a step back, and then another, before turning to leave without saying ‘goodbye’. They’d already said enough goodbyes to last them a lifetime.

“So, you like comic books?” You pluck the one from her hand. “Breezeo.” Breezeo: Ghosted Issue #4 of 5 “Have you read it?” she asks. “Never heard of it,” you say, flipping through the thing.

ok make me cry

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you,” he says. “Sorry for everything I did that led us to this point. And I get it, you know, if you hate me. Wouldn’t blame you at all. But I just need to tell you… I need you to know… that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you.”

Hell, look at me. I could sit here like this all day and nobody would say a word, like I’m invisible.” “Like Breezeo,” she says. “You’ve disappeared.” You nod. “That’s how it feels.” She smiles. “I don’t know if it makes a difference, but I see you.”

You don’t know this, but that girl? She cries the entire way home from school. She isn’t crying because she got in trouble. It isn’t out of guilt or shame. Her tears have nothing to do with herself. She cries for you, because of the look she saw on your face when you walked away.

DONT

but that doesn’t seem to matter, not when the first person to ever truly believe in me looks at me like I’m the worst of the worst

wait i’m sobbing

Am I happy? I don’t know. “I wouldn’t say things are perfect, but I guess I’m happy. You?” “No.” His answer is instant. He doesn’t even consider it. He’s living his dream, but yet, he’s not happy

“You think I’m pretty?” “What? Of course.” I kneel next to her, grinning as I press a finger to the tip of her nose. “You look like your mom.” “You think Mommy’s pretty, too?” “I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world

“Our very first apartment together.” “And hopefully, the last,” you mumble. “It's only up from here. As soon as things start coming together, I'm gonna build you a house

I’ll never doubt that he loves her, because I know he means it. I believe it

A day without you is going to be like a day without the sun. Don’t let her days go dark

Ten years ago, you ran away with me so I could follow my dream. It’s time you follow yours. Wherever it takes you, I’ll be there. Happy Dreamiversary. Jonathan

“I love you, Jonathan.” “I love you, too.” He wraps his arms around me before whispering, “You’re the queen, baby