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Dedication: Thank you to Dreaminginmars for the cover! Also thank you for being so supportive by commenting and voting so much. I really appreciate it. :)

Recap:

"Oh yeah, how's that going?"

"Horrible."

She laughed. "It sounds horrible."

I looked over my shoulder to see Isaac sliding into his car. I froze, feeling sick in the stomach.

There was someone in the passenger seat.

And it looked a hell lot like Casey.

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My phone rang for the eighth time.

I stared at the screen. Isaac. I shook my head, glaring at my phone.

Casey was in the car with him. I felt sick. I still feel sick, and that was almost a week ago.

"Who's calling you?" Marissa asked, with a frown. "Feels like your phone has been ringing for ages."

"It's Isaac," I muttered.

"Oh yeah, that guy," she said with a nod. I didn't quite like the smirk she gave me, implying that something was going on. "Why are you ignoring him?"

"It's complicated."

"Okay," she said with a frown.

I shoved my phone into my bag. We had a free period, so Marissa has dragged me to the library. She was doing English homework but I couldn't focus enough to do any school work. My mind was on one thing, like always.

Casey.

I heard footsteps and glanced up, seeing Josh enter. He had a text book in his hand, headphones plugged into his ears.

Our eyes met. He gave me an awkward look, before ducking his head and finding a table near the back. I shook my head. He was pathetic.

"You're really bringing a negative vibe with you today."

"Sorry," I sighed, giving Marissa an apologetic smile.

"You can tell me if you want."

"Thanks."

She bit her lip, before returning back to her work.

This was not the time or place to tell Marissa. Saying everything out loud would make it seem real. When it's not. Right?

"Sadie," a voice barked and I cringed.

Amelia.

"What?"

"Isaac wants you to call him."

She couldn't try to keep the distaste off her face.

Clearly someone wasn't impressed with out phone calls and meet ups. I smirked to myself. Sucked in.

"Nah."

"He insists."

I shrugged. "Don't really want to."

"Fine," she snapped. "Not like I care anyway."

"Cool."

She let out a huff, before marching back to wherever she came from. Marissa and I exchanged a look, before laughing.

"She's something, isn't she?" Marissa commented.

"Yep."

I leaned back in my chair and felt my bag vibrate again. I sighed. Withdrawing my phone, I slid my thumb across the screen as I stood up.

"Stop calling me."

"Finally," Isaac snapped, irritation lacing his voice. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Because I know."

He was silent for a few moments. "Know what?"

"I saw him."

"Who?"

"Casey."

I heard a sharp intake of breath. I walked outside and sat down on a bench, glaring at the ground.

"Casey? You saw him?"

"In your car, dumb ass," I sassed, my face growing hot.

"Wait - what?"

"When you drove away the other day. I saw him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Casey is dead Sadie. You're sounding crazy."

"Am I?" I laughed hysterically, feeling my body begin to shake.

"The only thing I can think of, is my friend Blake, who I gave a lift home after our hang out. You could have mistaken him?"

"I know what I saw."

"Sadie," he said softly. "You know it wasn't him. He's not here."

Tears burned at my eyes.

"He is..." I whispered. "I saw him."

"You thought you saw him..." he murmured.

A sob left my lips as I buried my face into my hand. I hiccuped loudly, unable to stop myself.

I have held in many tears before. But today, I couldn't.

"I'm coming," he said breathlessly and I could tell he was running. "Just stay where you are, I'm coming, okay?"

I just nodded, well aware that he couldn't see me. My phone slipped out of my hand as I shoved my head into my heads. The sobs wracking my body was painful. My heart ached as I let myself cry.

I really thought it had been him.

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"Here," Isaac said, handing me a hot chocolate.

"Thanks," I muttered, my voice hoarse.

"I don't get it," he said softly, a crease crinkling his forehead. "You thought you saw Casey? You know that's impossible, right?"

"Is it?" I asked, my voice monotone.

"Yes..." he trailed off. "I don't think I need to remind you of the funeral, do I?"

"No."

"Well?" he asked, throwing his free up into the air.

"I just thought I saw him, okay?" I sighed, feeling weary.

"Sadie," he said slowly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and lent back, my head resting on the wall.

"What?"

"Why did you think you saw him?"

I focused on my breathing. In and out. In and out.

"You can tell me," he whispered.

I squeezed my eyes tighter and pressed my lips into a thin line, as I felt my eyes burn with tears. Again. I continued to focus on my breathing, until I felt I was collected enough to speak without getting too emotional.

"He..." I attempted to say, my voice thick. I cleared my throat. "He messages me."

Silence. There was only silence.

I didn't dare peer through my eyelid. I kept my eyes closed as I waited for Isaac to digest what I just said.

Eventually, he spoke.

"What do you mean?"

"He sends me messages. He writes on my window, he texts me and he's called me."

"Sadie..." he said again. "You know that's crazy, right?"

"I know," I whispered.

"How?" he murmured, his voice raspy. "How can he...?"

"Maybe he isn't dead," I choked out, a tear falling down my cheek.

That was the first time I've ever admitted it out loud.

Isaac's breathing was slightly elevated. I heard him fidget in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He probably was dialling the number of the mental health clinic.

"You know that's impossible."

"Do I?" I asked, finally opening my eyes.

Isaac's eyes were wet. His cheeks were stained red. His lips were parted as he stared at me, completely confused.

"Yes. He is dead."

"Okay."

He shook his head. "I have to believe that."

"I know."

He crawled towards me. "Let's just... not talk about it anymore, K?"

"Sure."

"Just give me time to think. That's pretty... messed up."

"It is."

"Come here," he said softly and I moved towards him.

I let the tears slide down my face. That was it. I finally told someone about the torture I have been dealing with for this past year. The horrible, dark secret I've had, pressing down on my chest each day.

Someone else finally knew. And it felt good.

I let his arms engulf me. Snuggling my head into his chest, I inhaled his scent. He smelled like Casey. His arms tightened around me.

For a brief moment, I let myself imagine it was Casey. He was here with me. I was wrapped in his arms, like I used to be. Everything was okay.

It was in this moment, for the first time this part year, I felt safe.

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Sorry about it being short, but I just wanted a little Sadie and Isaac time!

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