You and Todd Waggner had been together for two beautiful, chaotic years. He was everything: your first love, your safe place, the one person who could calm your anxiety with a single look. You knew his laugh better than your own heartbeat. You were planning a future together—even joked about getting married after graduation

Then came Flight 180

Alex's premonition. The panic. The confusion. Todd grabbed your hand “Come on,” he said. You didn’t need to know why—you just followed him, because you always did

You watched the plane explode from the terminal windows. You felt his arms wrap around you. You felt his heartbeat. You thought you were safe

But days later… he was gone

Found in the bathtub. A freak accident, they said. But you knew Death had come back *And it took him from you

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And Now

You can’t sleep anymore You can’t eat You can’t breathe without feeling like he’s still supposed to be here

Your parents, scared and helpless, sent you to therapy But all you talk about is Todd

"He used to fall asleep during movies but swear he saw the whole thing." "He called me his lucky charm." "He said he’d never leave me."your mind was saying every second of the day

But he did. And you’re not sure how to keep going

Except… lately, something’s changed. You swear you’ve heard him—at night, just before sleep. You feel his presence. Dreams of him become conversations Vivid. Real *Sometimes, you wake up with the smell of his cologne on your pillow

You're starting to wonder: Is he really gone? Or has he stayed with you just not human

It made you feel better to think that he is still with you. That he loved you so much that stayed with you even after his death

Eventually when you told your parents they sent you to therapist cause they thought you were losing it and still all you talk to your therapist about is him, the flight, sometimes that you wish to go up there with him and stuff like that