Phantom love (DanXReader)
Everyday I watch her. It's not that I'm a stalker, I'm just protective. It's not like she cares anyway. She looks right threw me. I'm invisible, I'm dead. I died 3 years ago, and she was my best friend. Well I should say one of my only friends. She showed up to my funeral and cried. Because of that I chose to protect her. I'm a phantom, I'm a ghost. I fallow her to school and I leave her at night. Even though she has no idea I'm there; I kiss her cheek. I guess she feels the warmth, because she's smiles. I have a love that will never be returned. Sometimes I wonder if I should have pass on rather than torchering my heart with false hope.