"Mike?" My mother called. He looked up to her... Not me.. "Hey Mrs.Oliver..." He choked. "Don't ever blame yourself. I know she misses us all... You're welcome to come over anytime honey.." Tears filled my eyes as I walked from the conversation, away from my past. How could I continue this way?? There wasn't anything left for me . I was dead. Alone. Completely Alone. Besides my baby brother Jordan... I couldn't continue to haunt him. . Mom would worry if he continued telling her I was home. I walked from the funeral. . Not caring who I bumped into because.. They wouldn't feel me. I ran to Mikes house, hoping I could leave a hint that I was here.. A sign to make him notice me. I reached his room.. It was a mess. Clothes everywhere... Old photos of us, laying on his pillow. My yellow jacket I had worn when he took me to dinner, laid on his chair, untouched. "God, I miss you." I whispered. I walked over to his closet, looking for something to leave him. I looked on shelves and his desk and even under his bed. There wasn't a thing I could do. I resorted to his dresser. I opened the top drawer and looked through piles of polo shirts and t shirts. There was a small, velvety case under a Red shirt. I took it into my shaking hands. I opened it and there it was. A white gold, diamond covered ring, waiting patiently for Mike to propose to me... Sprry for the crappy update