Disclaimer: I do not own SVU, or Good Charlotte's wonderful song, Ghost of You.

A/N: This is the 5th in my "Good Charlotte random oneshot songfics about SVU" series. I wrote this in 15 minutes before school, so don't hate me if it sucks. This is sort of a post ep for Fault, but more of what I'd have liked to happen in Fat. These are Elliot's thoughts after he and his partner were beating each other up, while he's changing his shirt.

And I will wait until the end
When the pendulum will swing back to the darker side of our hearts bleeding
I will save this empty space next to me like it's a grave
Where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together

Why did she leave me. I guess I'm a pain in the ass sometimes, but she could have given me some warning! I need her here. Where is she?

I have been searching for traces of what we were

A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all

Everywhere I look, I see her. Traces of our friendship. Of the friendship that could have been more. I need her, not her ghost, haunting me.


So here I am pacing around this house again
With pictures of us living on these walls
I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering
I'm wondering if it's you that I feel
If it's you that I feel here haunting me forever

I feel her presence, even though she's not really here. I walk, around and around. I guess you could say pace. It's just so cold, so empty.

I have been searching for traces of what we were

A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all

And I'm not looking for anything but us
Anything but what we were
And I'm not asking for painted memories
I only want to know you're here

I don't have to look, she's here. I see her, standing in the door, smirking at me. That insufferable smirk I can't live without. I don't know whether to kiss her, or to scream at her for leaving, for becoming a ghost.

A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all

A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all

I chose kiss.

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