Haunted Love// One shot [In Description Box]

I stared around my empty room. We had just moved into a new house. A new town. A new life.
I pulled one of the bursting boxes towards me; it held all the pictures from my old life. I looked down at a smiling picture of me and my best friend Selena. I probably wouldn't ever see her again. Another glistening tear rolled down my cheek. I delved deeper into the box and found the scrap book my friends had made for me before I left. "Don't ever forget me" Selena had whispered into my hair as she hugged me, only allowing us to hear her. "I promise" I had whispered back wishing with all my might that my parents had ignored my plea to move away.
I sat down on the bed by the window, pulling the scrap book onto my lap. I hadn't looked in it properly before I had left. They had covered it in shimmering sliver wrapping paper, the sort they knew I loved. I smiled at the picture on the front, a picture from the fancy dress party one of my friends had thrown. We were all pulling a goofy face and clutching each other. The photo brought back the memory of squeals of laughter as we stood outside her house in the costumes, taking pictures has her neighbours walked past. I giggled to myself, but stopping suddenly when I felt someone looking at me. I looked up instinctively, but just saw the plain bare wall. I put the book back onto the bed and stood up, walking towards the door and called down to my parents. Maybe they had returned from the store. No reply.
I pulled my cardigan a little tighter around myself as I felt a slight chill surround me. I sighed and walked back over the boxes and started unpacking my things from my old life, into this strange alien one. I was halfway through the boxes when I felt the gaze on me again, I turned around slowly and quietly called out. "Hello?" There wasn't a reply but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched off. I checked out of the window to make sure none of the neighbours was watching me, no jus t a dreary line of identical houses. The silence crept all around me until I couldn't stand it anymore. I plugged my iPod into it's stand and started playing music as loudly as it allowed me to.
I started to relax again, dancing slightly as I unpacked. I spun around and saw a clouded grey figure standing by the window. I jumped, but I wasn't scared. It wasn't threatening.
"H-hello?" I stuttered nervously. I blinked and when I opened my eyes again, it was gone. Had I just imagined it? I continued with my packing, my eyes flicking constantly to the same spot again and again. But every time I looked, the spot stayed eerily empty. "Miley!" My parents called up to me as they walked into the house.
"Hi" I called down, "I'm just unpacking."
"Ok honey, dinner will be ready in about an hour."
I walked to the middle of the room and looked around. It was completely different from my old one, it had been hot pink, and this one was sea green. I had stuck the pictures of my friends up on the wall beside my bed and I smiled sadly at the memories that swamped my mind. There was one I couldn't look at. One that would stay in the box, one that if taken out will cause me to have a major breakdown. One of the reasons we moved in the first place. I had asked, now I wished I could take it all back. Tears blurred my vision and I couldn't stop the silent tears from cascading down my face.
I felt the feeling of being watched again, and knew that I had to delve into the box I was so afraid of.
I shakily sank to my knees and pulled out the picture of me and my boyfriend. I stroked his face as huge sobs ripped through me.
Then so suddenly, it caused me to hiccup on my tears, a feeling of warmth and love covered me.
"Nick?" I called out wearily. I had been so afraid of thinking about him, that I had almost completely ignored his death. Too afraid of the reaction that would escape from me if I ever did. I knew my family and friends were worried for me, so my parents had agreed straight away when I suggested moving away was a good thing.
Something moved in the air when I had said the name I had rejected for so many months.
"I love you Nick." I called out, feeling stronger.
"I love you too Miley" A hushed reply surrounded me, like a gust of wind shaking branches on a tree. My hair fluttered slightly then as soon as it started, it stopped.
He had finally moved on.

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