Request: Anon - Hi, i love your stories I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has the power to see and feel ghosts, and they see HR. Thank you. (P.S. Sorry for being vague)
A/N I said this in the response, but all of my drafts are going to be deleted and this is the only request I’m working on at this time. More can be asked and I will try, but please understand that I work 40+ hours on top of going to school full time! I have very little time to write anymore and it sucks, but hey. That’s what happens in life, so it may take anywhere from a few hours to months.
Warnings: None :D
It was still hard to accept that HR was dead. After everything that you two had been through together, it just didn’t feel right. Every time that you looked up, you expected for him to be next to you. There were parts of S.T.A.R. Labs that still smelled like coffee. He had left cups all over the room he had been staying in and you hadn’t had the heart to clear them all out. You found one of his old scarves the day after he died and you didn’t take it off for a month. The others watched you walk around and they tried to help but they couldn’t. No one could help you with this.
You had tried to talk to him. That was your power, after all. You had always been able to see the after images of people who had died. Not him, though. He wasn’t there. Maybe it was because he wasn’t from this dimension. Maybe he didn’t want to see you.
Either way, it hurt.
“You didn’t have to do that, HR,” you whispered in your room, “you didn’t have to leave me behind.”
You closed your eyes to fight back your tears. You pulled your knees up to your chest and took depp breaths, letting them out slowly to try and calm yourself. It didn’t feel like it was working. You missed him, more than you thought you would ever miss anyone. Finally, you opened your eyes.
A choked gasp escaped your lips. He was there. It was HR, smiling down at you. You stood and walked to him reaching up. He did the same. You couldn’t touch him, you knew that.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
He shook his head. His ghostly hand almost touched your cheek. He pointed to himself. You understood.
“Goodbye, HR. I’ll never forget you.”
He gave a bow and faded away. That was the last time you saw him. Whether it helped or just hurt you more was something you were still waiting to figure out.
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