Somehow you had gotten into his head. Somehow your fingertips were grasping at ever crevasse of his brain.

You both had entered the Natruals program when you were 12. You guys refused to talk to each other. Nothing was ever going to change how you guys felt.

One day, you had started to ignore Dean completely. That never happened before. He thought he'd be fine. He still had Micheal to be to, Lia to confide in, Sloane to have short conversations with, and Cassie to push away.

It killed him.

He wanted you around, and it killed him.

Dean caught you in the hallway after dinner. "{{user}}," he tugged your wrist, pulling you to a stop. "Haunt me." You looked confused by his words. "Haunt me! Yell at me! Hate me! Just fucking speak to me. I'd rather you haunt me than to never hear your voice again."