HEY GUYS SO I AM NEW TO BEING HUMAN WRITING AND THOUGH I WOULD GIVE IT A TRY. I AM AN ANNIE/MITCHELL SHIPPER BUT LIKE MANY OF YOU AM A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH HAL!
HOPE YOU LIKE IT – WARNING SLIGHT ANNIE/HAL SHIP!
Hal understood that people deal with loss in different ways. Some people get angry and scream, others cry and some suffer in silence. Annie suffered silently, she had lost everything: her life, her family yet she was still here. Painting on that smile everyday and trying to re-build her life.
Hal would often find himself looking at the grey ghost. It was the times when she thought no one was round that she let her mask slip. That she was most vulnerable. Hal understood it wasn't because she was unhappy, after everything the trio had been through it was clear Annie loved them. It was fear that harassed the ghost. The fear of failing, of moving on, of disappearing into the unknown. Hal understood this very well being a creature that should also be dead.
He heard her at night sometimes. Her sobs echoing through the thin walls that divided their rooms. Tom was too much of a heavy sleeper to notice but Hal always did. He would lie in his bed wanting to go to her, comfort her. It wasn't his OCD that stopped him. Over time Hal had learnt that nothing bad would happen as he didn't have an appeal to Tom or Annie's blood as they weren't human. He was scared too, fear is what stopped him reaching out to the ghost. Hal thought it was better to feel nothing than allow yourself to feel too much and have it ripped away by the horrors of the world. But it was too late, Hal couldn't understand the feelings he had for Annie but he knew they were strong and weren't going away anytime soon.
That didn't stop Annie though. She would try and rest but instead was plagued by nightmares, memories. Instinctively she would climb from her bed and walk to Hal's room. She never knocked, she never needed too. Hal always knew she was there. No words were ever said between the two, there was nothing to say. No words could describe the loss or pain. No words could explain why she was standing in his room in the middle of the night, she needed him. And Hal needed her. He would lift the covers of the empty side of the bed and Annie would give him a small smile before climbing in.
Tom would always find them together in the morning although he pretended not too. He would check Annie's room first to see if she was awake as she was normally the first up but she would never be there. Tom already knew where she would be. He would go to Hal's room next. Every morning was the same. Annie would be curled up into Hal's side. Her head resting on his bare chest, his arms round her. Tom never asked them about it, he never needed to. They were the ghost and the vampire. The ones who had lost so much but could never lose themselves. It was different for Tom. He would grow old and die but they would be frozen forever, a memory. They were the ones who had to carry on when everything else burned and faded away. They were two friends sharing the same pain, trying to survive. They were Annie and Hal, they needed each other. So every morning Tom would shut Hal's bedroom door and go back to his room and sleep again until they woke up.
It never changed because it never needed to. They were being exactly what they always wanted – they were being human.