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When Stan found his girlfriend on the floor in a puddle of blood and a bullet hole right in her chest, he thought it wasn't real and that it was all a nightmare. When he realised it was real, he immediately ran over to her and took her in his lap.
She laid there, struggling to breathe while Stan let out sobs. "Please don't go, i'm not ready to let you go, you're only 15. You can't die, Y/n!" He cried over her. Now, Y/n didn't have enough energy and strength but she still had to reassure him that it would all be okay. "St-stan, i- it'll b-be ok-okay" she stuttered out, blood dripping from her mouth.
Since the bullet was right in her chest, probably hitting through her heart too, she couldn't talk without stuttering. Stan shook his head in denial.
"No, no...you're gonna die, I can't let you die. I love you. I fucking love you so much, I'm not ready to say goodbye to you yet!" His shoulders shook with sobs, there was nothing he could do now...he knew the only girl he ever loved was gonna die..in his arms. "St-stan listen.." she whispered and lifted a shaking hand to his cheek, he immediately leaned into it and closed his eyes, sniffling.
"Th-this isn't goo-goodbye..." was all she said before she stopped breathing and her hand dropped from his face. She knew she didn't have long left, a bullet to the heart is basically a fast death. Stanley immediately opened his eyes when her hand was no longer there, he looked down at her. Y/n's eyes were now closed, blood around her mouth and all over her clothes and chest.
"Y/n?" He mumbled, his eyes looking over her. "Y/N, WAKE UP PLEASE!" He screamed. In the other room, Diego heard his sons screams and cries, his voice filled with pain. His heart instantly broke. "Y/N, YOU CANT LEAVE ME YET, COME BACK!" He yelled, sobbing harder than before.
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He carefully lifted her body a little more and pulled her gently into his chest. Though she was dead, Stanley still feared of hurting her even more, he didn't want to think she was dead...but she was. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. He rested his forehead against hers, lip quivering.
"I'll always love you. I promise." He whispered sadly, his tears falling onto the girls cheeks.
Behind him was the ghost of Y/n. Stan never knew about Y/n's power. When she died, she could come back and stay as long as she liked. "I know you will" she spoke and Stanley turned his head immediately. He looked at the ghost of Y/n before looking back at the body, in pure confusion. "Wha- Y/n?!" He asked.
The girl smiled nervously. "I guess i never told you about my power, huh?" She clicked her fingers and her dead body disappeared from Stan's arms. He got up slowly and walked over to her. "Can i..uhh..you know, hug you?" He questioned, Y/n shrugged. "Dunno, never been in this form before" she answered, laughing softly.
Stanley reached his hand out and touched hers. It didn't go through, so he pulled her close and held her in his arms, crying softly. And they stayed like that for awhile. Stan didn't want to leave her and Y/n didn't want to leave him. "Oh and by the way, i love you too, Stanley" she murmured into his ear. "And i'm still here, for as long as i want to be"
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