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Remember Me

Originally posted: 10 September, 2018

I just realized how many Ghost!Chase things I wrote in between the seasons... huh

The song is from the Magiclicas stream playlist and I think it really fits Chase/Melissa/Michael When it mentions an undefined song later, this is the one I'm referring to. It’s “These Feelings Won’t Go Away” by Love Caliber

Melissa thought she was possessed by a demone scuro.

Everyone told her she was not. Kai had confirmed this multiple times, being the expert on what having a demone scuro in your body feels like. But Melissa still remembered her very first class as a Magiclica where the demone scuro tried to torment her mind, and this feels almost worse than the school officer's creepy "you stop right there young lady!" that had blasted in her head the first time.

The sound manipulation Miscela hadn't slept properly in forever. Every night there was flashes of that night when her life truly fell apart at the seams. The explosion, the fear, the attempts to be brave, the revelations that were made.

But what truly woke her from her rest each night was his voice. The broken, weak singing that haunted her dreams and woke her sobbing and in a cold sweat. The pained smile and resolution in his eyes that told her that he truly thought he had done one last good thing in his life. Those last moments with him in her arms before he quite literally disappeared off the face of the earth forever.

No one knew of Melissa's constant agony. She had obviously mourned along with the rest of her friends and the school at his death. But when the others slowly started to recover and move on, she had pretended to be alright as well and found just how easy it was to wear a fake smile when that was what people wanted to see. But she never truly recovered. He was always on her mind, in guilt or in happiness or in a simple, neutral memory. She would rather have died than him, but even her constant pleading to Connor once he woke up wouldn't change the past.

The school had put up a memorial statue in the main hall, but Melissa felt it never did him justice. It didn't capture his smile, only a determined, grim face as he ran into his doom over and over again in Mel's mind.

Melissa shook her head, her teal hair flying around her face. Get your head in the game, Mel. Don't think about the past. Just look to the future for once. She had no idea how this was going to go but this date with Michael might be what she needed after all this time.

Yes, Michael, as in her first date from her first year at Everston and from the Eversingers. They had both tried to move on from each other, but after he was dumped several times and Melissa's boyfriend died they decided to give each other a chance to heal.

Melissa stood waiting outside the Everston parking lot. She had already been there ten minutes and there was no sign of her date, despite that it was him who asked her out and decided the time and place to meet. She was already regretting agreeing to this, but it was too late now to back out.

A sole car pulled up with its headlights on as the sky turned to twilight.

"Hey, Mel! Sorry I'm late, traffic was slow," Michael said once he rolled down his window.

Melissa shrugged. "It happens. Where are we heading?" She had dressed adequately for a first date; nothing crazy fancy (at least she hoped. She hadn't been on a date in years, if truly ever.)

Michael had a confident grin on his face. "I thought we might go to... a karaoke bar that just opened?"

Melissa blinked before letting a small smile onto her lips. Even if she didn't feel for Michael like she once did, she couldn't deny that he knew how to treat a girl right when they weren't total jerks to him.

"Here we are!" Michael announced for no particular reason as he obviously pulled into a parking spot outside a normal-looking building with a neon blue arrow that said "KARAOKE" pointing into it. There was already a small line outside but Michael headed straight for the entrance.

"Name?" said one of the doormen.

"Michael-" the storm-eyed Cipher started before the doorman stopped him.

"You're the Cipher, right? Ciphers don't get priority. Go wait in line, please." The doorman barely met Michael's eyes as he pointed to the line.

"But-"

"Sir, please wait your turn along with everyone else. Only Magiclicas are allowed to use this access."

Melissa stepped up beside her date. "Um, excuse me, but I'm a Magiclica. Can I bring him in with me?" She hooked her arm through Michael's, getting an interesting look from the doorman. He sighed in defeat and let them step past.

"Whatever, darn rebel teenagers. They're gonna break up before they're outta school..." Michael chuckled as the man's voice faded away.

"He has no idea," then he met Melissa's wandering gaze, humor glowing in his bright blue-grey eyes.

Melissa gave him the small smile he was looking for in return, even if her heart was not in the action. He was clearly happy being with her, so the least she could do was try to act like she wanted to be here and let him enjoy himself.

The couple took to the dance floor. There was already another line for the microphone, so they decided to hopefully wait a while before they burst everyone's bubble and showed off their singing skills.

Michael had a carefree smirk on his face as he and Melissa moved how ever they felt to the music. He was a much better dancer than Melissa, but he had always had a little more natural smoothness than she did anyway.

But then Melissa's almost-happy moment ended as someone chose a new song. She recognized it immediately- how could she not, she'd listened to it on repeat for days on end in an attempt to drown her grief in music.

Her movements stopped as the singer started singing. Those last moments flashed in front of her- a yellow streak being hit by a stream of light, then slowly condensing into the boy she literally just kissed and truly felt for. His surprised and already weak expression as he knew he was taking his last breaths. The breathless attempt at a song to console her before he was gone.

"Mel? Are you alright?" Michael asked with his eyebrows creased into a concerned frown. The bluenette backed up from her partner.

"I... I can't do this.. I'm sorry Michael, I have to go, I can't-" Her feet were on autopilot as she hurried to the door. Michael called her name after her, but Melissa was already out the door and on the verge of a panic attack. Tears were streaming down her face despite her attempts to restrain them for so many years.

This was a horrible idea, Melissa patronized herself, and you knew this. You should have never gotten his hopes up. Ivy's already moved on and gotten a boyfriend before you've even been able to handle one date...

She barely realized where her feet had taken her. Melissa found herself in the forest, right outside a small abandoned shack. The repairs the group had done last-minute to try and make the shack a little more stable for her and Chase to hide in for the night were nearly invisible compared to the rest of the aged wood if they hadn't rotted away already. There were a few open and closed chip bags from the stash they had put together, left to the wilderness to spoil.

Melissa sunk to the ground as the memories swarmed her. The kiss, Mister Foley taking her away from this relatively safe haven, the Spero attack, her father announcing to the world she was his daughter, the death, and the events afterward from when the security showed up and took her and the other survivors into custody for questioning. Since there were no bodies, the police refused to believe that two people had actually died there until there was further evidence that proved their claims. So the investigators were rather brutal in their questioning, and even if some of the others handled it better Melissa was basically a shell-shocked, sobbing mess. They wouldn't release her until she had told everything, and then they kept her in custody for her supposed relation to Ichiro despite her adoptive parents fighting to comfort their daughter.

“Remember me,”

Melissa wasn't sure if she had heard the faint whisper of the lullaby. She lifted her head ever-so-slightly, looking for the vaguely familiar voice that had sung the words that tormented her.

"Though I have to say goodbye, remember me, don't let it make you cry."

"Too late for that," Melissa sniffed. She was sure she was dreaming, although it was yet to be determined whether this was a dream or another nightmare.

"For even if I'm far away I hold you in my heart, I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart."

Melissa's thoughts flashed to the clips of him singing parts of this lullaby to her in their last moments together.

"Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be, until you're in my arms again..."

"Remember me..." Melissa whispered. She had listened to the short lullaby from some movie over and over again, committing Chase's last words to memory so she might never forget his dying wish. Then the floodgates completely opened, and she was crying all over again.

What Melissa didn't expect was for someone to embrace her in her weakest moment.

She let out a small gasp of surprise and opened her eyes she hadn't realized were squeezed shut to see a faint glow around the body of a violet-eyed boy that was looking at her. His gaze was full of concern and sadness and didn't quite hold the light that she had almost grown addicted to in their quiet moments together.

"Don't b-be so sad, M-Melissa," he told her simply.

"How can I not? I should have never taken you for granted, or anyone." She buried her face in the fabric of her evening dress. This was most definitely a dream and she didn't care that anyone around here might call her insane for confessing to the ghost of her past lover.

He was silent for a moment. "You look beautiful," he complimented finally. Melissa laughed dryly.

"Like looking nice does me any good..."

"M-Mel, look at me," He said. She slowly complied, finding his dull gaze and blonde hair once again.

"You n-need to let go. Y-you c-can't be happy until y-you let go of the past a-and l-look for the future. The f-future can't come without your c-compliance." Melissa was somewhat intrigued by this statement but decided to ignore it.

"How can I move on, Chase? How can I find my way without you? Everyone else has gone their own way. Quinston is off in another city with Kai, Ivy is happy with her job and her new girl friends, and Jax abandoned me long ago even after I tried to make up with him. You're the only one I have left, and you're not even really here!" She cried and pushed him away. As expected with a ghost, her hand partially phased through him but also moved his image as well. He looked mildly surprised, but then grabbed her hand and had a determined aura as he looked at her once more.

"Maybe it's n-not that they've gone t-their own way, b-but that y-you didn't follow." That felt like a slap to the face for the bluenette. His eyes held such affirmation it almost made Melissa believe there was something more to what he was trying to tell her.

"...You think so...?" she asked slowly. His strong posture gave away and he hugged her again.

"Trust me. We w-won't be like this f-forever. You just n-need to start heading in the r-right direction."

Then he let go of the living girl, standing up in his Everston uniform and looking out into the woods somewhere. Melissa protested as he took a step forward, a step away from her again.

Chase glanced over his shoulder one last time. "Trust me." Then he was gone and Melissa was waking up.

She wasn't sure what just happened, but she felt infinitely better than she had when she first found herself at the shack.

Was that really all just a dream? But her eyes felt dry as if she really had been crying with him. The cricket's song was audible as she went out into the dangerous world once more. She duly noted that before it seemed rather quiet.

"What was it he was trying to tell me...?" Melissa asked herself aloud. He was trying to tell her something else in that conversation. She didn't know what exactly but his tone betrayed his words face value.

Trust him. Try to move forward and not stay in the past.

As Melissa contemplated her vision, out of the corner of her eye she swore she thought she saw two clouds- one a deep blue, the other a bold yellow combined, but when she looked at it fully, it was gone.

Trust him and move on.

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