Disclaimer: I do not own the Immortals. It belongs to Alyson Noel.

The Ghost of Me

Haven stared at me. I stared right back at her. The ghost of Roman lingered between us. Was he a ghost? Was Damen right about him? Was it possible?

"You're insane, Ever," Haven said, breaking the silence. I shrugged and looked at Roman. He looked thoughtful. I watched as he floated over to a stack of books and knocked them over.

"See? I'm not insane," I told her and pulled my knees to my chest. She snorted.

"So? The books just fell, nothing special there," she said. I sighed. She was impossible. I looked at Roman. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"She's bull headed. That's all there is to it," he said with his British accent. I nodded in agreement. "What now?"

The necklace. I told him. He nodded and disappeared.

"Where is he then? Huh? Why don't I see him?" she asked me. I shrugged and hoped, believe it or not, that Roman would return quickly.

"Maybe he doesn't want to be seen by you. Maybe he's shy," I suggested. She rolled her eyes.

"Why would he be shy? He never used to be shy," she said, plopping down in the leather chair. Roman reappeared. Haven's eyes widened. I imagined that she only saw a ruby necklace floating in the air. "What the hell?"
"I told you he was here. This is the necklace he was going to give to you. He had plans to curse it, but wasn't able to because...well, you know," I told her and took the necklace from Roman. "Thanks."

"No problem. Is there any way to cure me?" he asked, trying to sit in a chair.

"I don't know yet," I said, sighing. He nodded.

"Try for me will yah?" he asked. I nodded.

"Sure," I said and handed the necklace to Haven. She held it between two fingers and looked as though she thought it was going to hurt her.

"Are you insane? What kind of shit are you pulling on me?" she demanded, dropping the necklace. Roman rolled his eyes and I rescued the necklace from the floor.

"Fine, suit it yourself. Why don't you two talk?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'talk'? You mean like you have, to myself?" she asked and shook her head. "Uh huh, no way." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine, guess I'll just have to get my cure from him and he can leave," I said and we headed to the stairs.

"Wait. Let him show himself to me," she said and sighed again. I smiled at Roman.

"I'll be upstairs," I said.

I sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. That was how Roman found me. He sat down, well, tried to, next to me.

"I was a jerk," he said after a moment. I looked at him.

"Yah think?"

"I was worse than a jerk. Maybe I do deserve the Shadowland...maybe that's where I should go," he said. I shook my head at him.

"I know you don't want to go there, Roman, it's completely and totally dark and you're isolated for eternity. Please, please tell me that in between isn't as bad as that," I said, begging. He gave me a sad smile.

"No worries, luv, I have no plans to move on yet. I don't want to go there. All I'm saying is that maybe I deserve it after everything I did," he said, sighing. I tried to take his hands, but couldn't manage.

"The thing between you and Damen, it's stupid. He didn't see you, you were young and in the shadows. It wasn't his fault," I said. He closed his eyes.

"Yeah, but he damned me. Maybe I should have died. Did he ever stop to think that he damned us all, including you?" he asked, looking at me. I shrugged.

"Maybe not. 'The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. ~Thomas Carlyle'. You can't sit around, letting the past haunt you. You have to move forward. Don't think about the past or the present, focus on today," I told him. He shook his head.

"You're impossible, Ever," he said.

"I know," I told him, smiling. He returned the smile.

"Now, what about that cure?" he asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," I said jokingly.