daniel doesn't remember the exact moment when he articulated the full weight of sean's ghost. how he wasn't exactly dead or alive in daniel's mind - rather, he was stuck in between both realities.
daniel didn't know it, but sean's ghost was all that he needed.
wasn't it a relief to know that sean had his back - even in death? wasn't it great that sean offered himself as a friend for daniel to talk to, a companion on a lonely night, a shoulder to cry on.
he doesn't remember when sean's ghost started tailing him around all these years ago. doesn't remember whether it happened immediately after he buried him, or if it took a few years for the true gravity of the situation to settle in.
whether it was as a form of a punishment or a blessing, daniel will never know. he thinks it's a mix of both.
besides, all that he cares about is that sean is still ever-present in his life, in his mind, in his soul, albeit in his ghost form. a person is a person, no matter how tangible or intangible they may be.
daniel might have been alone and companionless when he arrived in mexico 7 years ago, but his heart carried two beats; one that beat for him, and one that beat for sean.
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GRAVEYARD. | lis 2
Fanfictionin which sean diaz's ghost takes refuge in daniel's mind and follows him wherever he goes... all the way to the graveyard.
