The pitter patter, little taps against my wall sending me to sleep. He's always known what gets me to sleep. I never feel safe without him in my room.

I know it's weird, I know some won't believe it and I know the stigma that is attached to ghosts. But Levy is my ghost, he is my best friend and my one true love.

I can hear him whisper in my ears as I drift off to sleep, telling me how much he loves me and how, in the morning when I wake up he'll be there.

He protects me at night when my mother walks in in a drunken rage. He'll keep the door shut so she can't hurt me.

I feel his cold hands stroke my hair as I sleep. His cold lips press lightly against my forehead. His touches don't let long, it's hard for him to become corporeal, but he does it for me, because he loves me.

It all began on that fateful day when I was walking home from university, crossing the road when a truck out of control came out of nowhere. The next thing I know, I'm pushed out of the way and he's on the floor, Levy, at the time a complete stranger, had just given up his life for me.

When I walked to him to see if he were alive. I saw him, standing there. Well, his ghost. I saw him and I said sorry, I cried and he tried to wipe my tears but couldn't. He just sat with me by his corpse until the ambulance came.

"Goodnight my love, I'll be here in the morning. Just sleep." I smile as I feel his hand softly stroke my cheek.

"I love you Levy." I look up at him to see him smiling.

"I love you too." He whispers, he leans in and presses his lips softly to mine.

"What if I told you I'd be joining you soon." I whisper softly, my eyes closed.

"What do you mean?" I look over at him, he's laying next to me on my bed.

"I'm dying Levy." The pained look on his face, breaks my heart.

"I don't want you to die." I smile and take his ghostly hand in mine.

"I know, but I'm dying, I have been for months now. I found out two days ago. I have cancer Levy and I have about a week left." He closes his eyes shut as he takes everything in.

"I just wish I could leave on my own terms." He opens his eyes and looks at me.

"Nothing is stopping you... I don't promote suicide at all, but if you wanted to go on your own terms... You can." I smile softly.

"I'm glad you said that." He looks at me confused.

"Why?"

"Because I took some pills before I got into bed." He moves closer so his forehead is against mine.

"Just close your eyes and sleep beautiful. I'll be here when you wake." I nod my head and close my eyes.

I wake up, stretch my limbs and sit up. Only...my body is still on the bed. I can't help but feel some regret, but when I see Levy sitting at the end of my bed I can't help but grin widely.

I jump forward at him. Wrapping my arms around him. His hands grip at me, holding me to him. I smile and grip just as tightly to him.

"I can hold you." He whispers in awe. I laugh, overwhelmed with happiness.

"I love you so much." I say with tears in my eyes.

"I love you too." He murmurs, pressing his lips to mine.

The feeling is overwhelming. The feeling of his lips against mine, no effort, no time limit of him becoming incorporeal again.

Just the two of us, in each other's arms with no boundaries, no restraints.

Just how it should be.