Prompt: Should either one of us die first, promise me that we'll look after each other.

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"I don't wanna do this any more .." she moaned loudly into the nothingness, the upper half of her body sprawled over the wooden desk, her head resting next to the white laptop sitting innocently there.

A soft, deep chuckle could be heard then, the sound resonating in the otherwise empty room.

"Shut up, Alex," she groaned out before flinging a pillow towards the man standing at the door to her room. It did nothing but flew through his half-transparent body, earning a few more chuckles from the shadow.

"I come to check up on you and that's what I get?" he questioned, the mirth never leaving his eyes even as it laced thickly in his voice; his right thumb pointing backwards where the pillow seemed to lay innocently.

The man, Alex, then made his way to the frustrated girl, his form hovering over the carpeted ground where his feet should've been. As he was closer to her, the more solid his form seemed to look.

"I hate you guys," she muttered, her eyes glaring at him however she could from her slumped position on the desk.

"Oh why now, pray tell? Lexie did something she shouldn't again, didn't she?" he ventured a guess.

"No, it's not Lexie," she sighed.

"Then is it Will? Brianna? Maria?" he asked again.

"No, no and no... Not them," she sighed again, this time straightening herself so her back touched the seat, her hands covering her face as she would if she were crying.

"Then what is it, Alicia?" his voice grew softer at the sound of her name, and he moved to hug the girl from the side.

"I hate how you're only solid when you're near me," she mumbled, barely loud enough for his strained ears.

He laughed then, a full-hearted laugh where his chest rumbled and the girl, Alicia, could felt the vibrations and felt her own lips tugged slightly upwards at the merriment of him.

"You're tired, Alicia. You know it's something we have no control of," he said, becoming slightly down as he uttered the last sentence.

He cupped her cheeks as she nodded, eyes glancing once at the photo they had taken together in her white laptop before the accident that had changed both of their lives; an accident that had taken his life and made her into a psychic.

She sighed once more, feeling the tell-tale sting on her eyes of the onslaught of tears that was coming.

"Alex?" she called, still sitting in her chair, her voice thick with emotion.

"Yes?"

"I'm scared."

"Come on Alicia, you still have me right?" he pleaded softly, enveloping her once again in a hug as her tears spilled over her cheeks.

"What if I can't see you tomorrow?" she sobbed.

"It won't happen, I promise," he said and kissed both of her closed eyelids; his voice too, was trembling a little.

She nodded again, desperately hoping her lover's words would be true. What would she be without him, alive or otherwise?

She stood up then, albeit a bit shakily, and walked to their bedroom - or what used to be theirs before his departure of this world - Alex following behind her.

Climbing under the sheets, she hugged the bolster that was placed on his side of the bed tightly, pretending it was Alex instead of the cold cotton-stuffed cylindrical pillow.

He followed behind her, lying on his side of the bed; where his body touched, no dents were formed even as he touched her cheeks, his hands felt as warm as they would feel when he was still alive.

She looked at him again, imploring with her eyes for him to stay.

"Go to sleep," he ordered, a gentle smile gracing his features; a silent promise hidden within its folds.

And sleep she did, in the arms of a dead man who was her fiancé before the accident that changed both of their lives.