The Ghost of You

Matt frowned as he watched her, walking over and standing in front of her. He grabbed her hand, hoping she could feel him. "Don't do it," he murmured. "You have so much to live for."

Piper stared at the razor blade, quickly standing up and placed it back in his hiding spot as she began she quietly cry. She quickly left the bathroom, going to get dressed and eat before she put her usual make up on face.

Matt stood behind her, watching her in the mirror as she put her makeup on. "I wish I could help you," he said. "I wish you could feel me." He reached up and touched her shoulder. "I'm here."

Piper thought she felt a Han on her shoulder, quickly turning around and saw no one. "Its rude to stare at someone the way I'm guessing you are Matt," she mumbled. "You Bette not ever watch me under a either." She turned around and finished her make up, deciding to visit her aunt who was pagan to ask her if she knew anyways to contact the dead.

Matt sighed, shaking his head. "It's not like that," he said. "I'm not a pervert, I promise." He walked into the living room and sat on the couch, watching as she walked around, getting ready. When she walked out of the front door, he tried to follow her, and was surprised when he could actually leave the building. Maybe he'd latched onto her and now when she left, he could follow.

Piper did her usual ten hour shift at work before she went to visit her aunt to ask for help communicating with Matt of course her Aunt wasn't him so the brunette drove back to her apartment feeling a bit frustrated.

Matt watched her, frowning. He thought for a minute, walking into her room and grabbing her sketch book, opening it and taking a pencil, gripping it in his hand and biting his lip as he tried to write. It was taking a lot of his energy, and it had been so long since he'd written that he'd almost forgotten how to.

Piper started digging through her mother's old journals and books on the supernatural when she felt a chill go down her spine. She looked up and saw one of her pencils moving in her sketch book. She dropped the box full of books she was holding and walked over to the sketch book, trying to figure out what Matt was writing.

Matt bit his lip hard. Can you feel me? he wrote in some form of chicken scratch before dropping the pencil and sitting back, taking a deep breath.

"In my bathroom this morning I could," Piper answered. She quickly rushed back over to her box of books, surprised when she found the one she needed. She opened the book, shocked to find a spell to see the dead in it. She read the list of things she needed and cursed under her breath. "Of course I need animal bones," she mumbled. "Fucking spell."

Matt looked at her and frowned. He wished he could help her. He grabbed the pencil again and tried to write more. Is there another way?

Piper shook her head after she read the note. "It's required," she mumbled. "I know somewhere I can get animal bones though. I have a friend who does taxedermy." She slid on some flats, grabbing her book and her purse, deciding to grab all the ingredients while she would be out.

Matt followed her, just wanting to be out of the house as much as possible. He'd been in there for so long and to see daylight again, it was like heaven.

It took Piper almost the entire day to get all the ingredients she needed and when she finally had them she rushed back home and put everything in her room. She locked her bedroom door, setting everything out like it needed to be, mixing up the ingredients that needed to be mixed and began saying the spell in the book.

Matt watched in amazement, biting his lip anxiously. He sat beside her, wondering if this would really work.

Piper finished the spell, shutting her eyes when she did and hoped when she opend them Matt would be visible.

Matt looked at her, taking a deep breath. "Piper?" he murmured.

Piper turned around, her eyes widening when she saw Matt. "It worked," she mumbled.

Matt's eyes lit up and he smiled. "You can see me?" he asked, biting his lip nervously.

"Damn your buff," Piper joked. "You must've been a construction worker or something."