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Confessing your feelings is bothersome. Not knowing if your future significant other will reject or accept is very anxious. Either wait for the perfect moment or do it right away before it’s too late. Sometimes you will wonder if you would regret it in life or be fulfilled with happiness. Love is an interesting, and unnerving feeling. It can feel good or painful.

That’s what Jay is going through, but it’s too late for him now. He wishes he could turn back time and say it right away. People say ‘just accept your fate.’ There’s something to look beyond. Accept where you are right now, and you’ll be. However, Jay doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t want to die.

Yet his view is already pitch black. It hurts. Everything fucking hurts; emotionally and physically. Just make it stop please. He would do anything to stop it. It hurts so much.

Hosuh and Jo are probably captured by the villagers. They must be scared, especially his beloved Jo. God, Jay wants to comfort Jo and hug him, and tell him that everything is going to be fine. Please let him hug Jo, please. Let him kiss, hug, or heck even hold his hands. Please God, please.

The beating stops and the blood coming out of his stomach stops too, then his body movement stops as a whole. It’s so cold. No shivers, but it’s still cold. Jay’s hands are frozen so he can’t clench it. So frozen that his body is becoming heavy. His beating heart is like ice. He wishes his sunshine is here to keep him warm, and melt him away.

This is really too late for him, huh?

“Jay!”

What..

“Hey! Jay! Get up or float!”

What is going on?

Jay somehow opened his eyes, it’s bright. As his vision clears, Stephen is in front of him, but his eyes are empty. Luckily, there’s a speck of purple in those empty eyes. There’s a faint stab wound in his hoodie, the puncture in his stomach too. He kinda looks like a ghost. Wait...

“What are you? What happened? Didn't we die?” Jay questioned. How were they alive even though he can’t feel his own heartbeat? God, this is so confusing.

“I ask Daniel about it, and yep. We’re ghosts!” Stephen chuckled. “Finally, time to haunt these guys and get revenge. Fuck yeah!” Being a ghost must’ve had its advantages. Does that mean…?

“Stephen! Where’s Hosuh and Jo?” Jay asked. He stands up, but almost lost his balance. He gotta be here somewhere right?

“I don’t know. I think I saw them going to a cave-” Stephen’s interrupted by Jay running off, but he caught him by the arm. “Hold on! I said ‘I think, not ‘I know’.”

“Don’t you at least care about them!?”

“I do!” Stephen yelled in defense. “But Daniel says he’s going to get them, and we have to wait.”

“Why are you agreeing with this?”

“Because I trust him.”

“Bullshit.”

“I know, but he actually knows where they are.” Stephen reasoned.

Jay glares at him, “why didn't you go with him?”

“Because I don’t trust you guys. Being alone with me is terrifying from one of you.” A voice stops their banter. It’s Daniel, but his eyes are empty like Stephens. The difference is it has green specks in his eyes. “But it has given me time to find them.” Daniel pointed at Hosuh and Jo.

Hosuh and Jo’s hair and clothes are completely drenched, but there’s no dripping of any water. Their eyes are soulless like them. House has a speck of blue while Jo has a speck of brown in their eyes. House with slumped shoulders, looks away from them. Jo slightly scratches his cheek with a nervous smile.

Stephen lets go of Jay, and ran up to Hosuh. His hand hesitates, but it held the grey-haired man’s hand. He grinned, “hey.”

Hosuh freeze from the sudden touch from the psychopathic man. However, he manage to smile. “Hey.”

Despite the sky covered with grey clouds. The environment they’re in with fog surrounds them, and the ground filled with nothing but dirt and grass. Sound is silent as stone. This sweet moment of Hosuh and Stephen brightens up the dreary mood. Another thing that brightens the mood is Jo. 

Jay is so fucking happy to see him.

Jo’s face perked up when Jay was staring at him. “Looks like we kicked the bucket, huh? Well, at least we’re alive, kinda, but-” Jo’s tackled by Jay, who stuffed himself in the freckled man’s chest, thus making them fall. Jay’s arms tighten around him like he never wants to let go. “I missed you too buddy.” He returns the hug back.

“I’m sorry.”

“Wha-”

“I’m sorry.”  Jay trembles underneath Jo’s arms. He covers further in the chest. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you saying you’re sorry?”

“I-I’m so-sorry.” Jay’s throat lumps up, and he sniffles. “I’m sorry I c-couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I couldn’t s-save you. I’m-”

“Jay.” Jo hugs him even tighter and petting his blond, fluffy hair. “I’m here, right? I’m right here in your arms. I’m okay, well dead, I’m okay. I’m here. We’re here.” Jay feels something wet on his hair. “W-we’re h-here.”

“Y-yeah…”

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