Author's note-

Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, but... Life. Here's the bonus chapter I promised. In other news, HashtagMC wrote an alternate ending to this story. It's really cool, so check it out! It's in my favorite stories if you can't find it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter, and don't forget to check out my other stories if you have time. Hope you like it!

-SOS

Bonus Chapter: I'm Begging You...

"Okay, listen!" That was the first thing he heard as the world—or wherever he was—started to come into focus. But how could Will listen when he could barely see? He opened his mouth to tell the other voice that, but a hand covered it before he could speak. "Listen to me," the voice said. Will recognized it from somewhere. He tried to remember, and then realized he had a splitting headache.

"My head hurts," Will grumbled through the hand. "Why?"

"I said, listen to me." A face swam into view. It had dark hair and darker eyes. Will could barely make it out, but he did know whose it was. He just didn't know the name of the person. "Do you remember anything that happened in the past month or two?" the person said. "Do you remember your family? Your mom?"

"My...mom?" Suddenly everything came crashing back to Will. The project. The asylum. The ghost. The party. That girl. The ghost. His mom. The wrecking ball. The ghost. Nico. The ghost.

Nico.

"I'm sorry," Will muttered. "I really am sorry."

"And now you're dead. And it's my fault. I don't want to be the murderer of the one person who actually cared about me." Nico's face was paler than usual, and his eyes looked like he had been crying. "I should be apologizing to you."

"How long was I out?" Will asked, changing the subject. It was clear he wanted to avoid the topic of his death for as long as possible. He was hoping not to face reality. But he would have to sometime.

"Eh, a couple days," Nico said. "Why?"

Will knew the question didn't mean why do you ask? He knew the meaning was deeper: Why did you die for me? Nico was asking the one question Will wasn't prepared to answer. Not just yet, anyway. "I–" He couldn't speak as a wave of sobs washed over him. He had begun to let his mind wander, and that wasn't good considering the circumstances. He was thinking of his mom, what she would do without him. Thinking of Nico, and if the younger boy would choose not to stay with him. Overwhelmed with the events of the past few days, Will cried.

"Stop!" hissed Nico. "I can't deal with it when people cry."

"You hate me already," Will choked out. "It's not going to make any difference whether I cry or not."

"I don't hate you, though! That's the problem," Nico yelled. "Sorry for yelling. But Will, it's not that simple. You'd find it hard falling in love with a dead person, wouldn't you?" He was silent as the blonde boy processed this.

"And you'd find if hard falling in love with a live person, is that it?" Will had stopped crying. He was now staring at Nico, appalled. "Because if that's the problem, it isn't anymore. I'm dead."

"We're soulmates," Nico said flatly. "And I'm sorry for not accepting that earlier."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Will said slowly. "Are you telling me you actually do love me? And that we can be together even though we're dead?"

"Yes," Nico said. A tear rolled down his face and he wiped it away, embarrassed. "I just wish it didn't have to turn out this way."

"Well, I'm glad it did," Will said, putting an arm around Nico. He kissed away the younger boy's tears. With every kiss, he muttered a word. Finally, Nico got the message:

"I'm begging you to keep on haunting."

And he would keep on haunting.