#defiantviolet

same here.

          It's funny really. He can't really remember dying. At least not clearly, there seems to be blurry, violent images dancing behind his eyes. When he lifts up his shirt, he finds puckered white skin in the place where the knife pierced him - punctured lung. It's all so hazy, he's not even sure who did. But he did die....

                  So how is he standing here...right now? George always assumed that after you died, that was it. Darkness, nothingness, whatever. Maybe it was like sleep without the dreaming and that always seemed easy to him, easy to accept anyways. Looking down at the the windowsill, he runs a finger along it, lifting up dust. Solid, he's solid...but he's not solid either he can feel it. Everything feels so...weird.

              Then your presence in the room startles him, and he sucks in a breath which his fake lungs don't need and turns to you. Eyes red and puffy. Oh --- he's been crying, how long has he been crying for?

         "What's going on?" he questions. So...lost. So very confused, and he's

                                                          d e a d!