Loving A Phantom

Chapter 2: Captured Heart

She wasn't sure what hope was left thereof, with no where to run, and even though on the inside she was screaming of terror, no sound left her lips. Her jaw was dropped open and her eyes could not conceal her fear and when he touched the car she fainted, unconscious, she wasn't moving and for a second she didn't seem like she was breathing, and then he felt a pulse. He tried opening the car door but it was no use, and tried to pull her out of the car through the rolled down window but he couldn't. He had no human body to pull her out of the car.

"Please wake up!" Cried the phantom desperately over her, "Please awake!!" He tried to shake her awake but she would not wake.

He tried to touch her face but she could not feel.

"Please, I'm begging you, wake up!!"

He was crying but no water left his eyes, only his soul was flooded by an unconsolable sorrow that was beyond words, "This can't be your end, it isn't, I promise!!" He was afraid that she wouldn't wake.

Suddenly her eyes opened softly and she saw him kind of double, like grey, like a black and white film once again, and then she saw a man, who was weeping over her, he didn't look so transparent in that moment. He looked almost real.

"Pleaseee," He was worried sick, "do wake!"

Suddenly a small gentle smile spread across her face slowly, she had no idea that the gentleman before her was a ghost.

"This is not the end!" He hadn't realized that she had opened her eyes.

"...It isn't?" She asked softly.

Now he looked at her, and he brought his full attention back to her, "You're awake!" He exclaimed reaching to dry off his eyes, forgetting that he didn't even have tears.

Now that she opened her eyes wide, she still had not realized that no human is naturally grey.

"You have to get out of the car. I tried opening the door but it's stuck. I can't get you out. You need to be strong." Said the phantom.

"...I'm trying." She said softly only now starting to try. "I can't feel anything." She raised her arm for a minute and it dropped, she having lost control of it.

"Everything is going to be numb, you've been unconscious for a while. You need to try!" He was desperate. The car completely on it's side. She was leaning against the door that was face down to the ground.

He was talking to her through the shattered dashboard window.

"Is your leg broken!?" He asked, frantic.

"Well I don't know." She said softly, reaching to unclip her seat belt. "Nope, no, nothing's broken." She wasn't so sure but she had to tell herself that to avoid panicking. She had this sleepy smile on her face and she began shutting her eyes again,

"No, no, you can't close your eyes, you need to live!" He exclaimed.

"...And I am going to." She said ever so softly, "...right after I go to sleep. I just need five...minutes."

"Please," he cried out, "You need to wake up, you just have to!!" He screamed, almost starting to cry again.

Suddenly Margaret opened her eyes and she reached out for his hand. "Help me." She couldn't pull herself out of the car. She could barely move, and he reached out to take it and that was when she touched his hand, only her hand went right through his. "...You can't help me?" She asked softly.

"You're right...I can't." He said softer, heartbroken. "I wish more than anything that I could and if a star would pass across the sky right now over us that is what I would wish for, but wishes don't happen for phantoms. I would wish you to be well."

"But I am well," said the woman, slowly finding her strength to pull herself out of the dashboard window. It was hard because it was hard and it took a very long time but she made it out of there, and she fell on the ground, and she stood up, "Come with me..." He said softly now, reaching his hand to help her stand up, wishing so hard that it would work this time, and now she saw him, transparent, and for what he really was; a phantom.

She didn't reach back to take his hand, "Let's not do that anymore, it will never work." She said softly feeling pity for him.

She stood up without his help.

"I know a place where you can drink some water." He said leading her to a lake, and she followed him and she knelt down beside the water and reached down to it cupping her hands to drink. She could finally feel the pins and needles as the blood was once again circulating properly through her body.

For a minute she dropped the water that was in her two hands, and she asked him, "Where did you come from?" But when she turned around to look at him, he was gone.

"Hello...?" she stood up and looked around the forest which was growing dark real soon, "...Are you still there?...Where did you go??" Her voice grew softer and her heart sank within herself.

This has never been the way that she had dreamed of it but...she wanted to see him again.

She sighed, and lowered her head in deep sorrow, "Where are you?" Suddenly her eyes grew very watery and her heart felt so down like it had anchored to the very depths of the sea, so far down that she could not even swim in a sea so deep but her heart was sorrowed to a great extent.

"...You didn't even tell me your name." She uttered oh so softly, "He didn't even wish me farewell." Margaret slumped and sat down in the middle of nowhere, lost, feeling more alone than ever.

The wind, lucky enough was sure to bring her scattering messages right to him, but only as soon as it found out where he was.

"Just my luck..." said Margaret softly, "that I meet someone remarkable and he doesn't even say goodbye."

"I wish that I could see him again." Margaret felt his absence, and it was an awful thing to bear.