[ His gaze goes to his hands and he turns them one over the other. Beside him, unseen, The Flower Girl traces the back of her hand along his cheek. It doesn't hurt to remember. Dying wasn't hard. It was living that made you work for it. ]
There's a thing in my world. People say that before World War I and II, the likelihood of people like me coming back was rare. But since shit keeps happening, then there's no shortage of ghosts who want to live again.
[ He pauses a bit, continues after taking a sip of his coffee: ] I made a deal with a ghost. She has unfinished businessβbut the specific details get fuzzy because she can't remember. I wanted to live, I've got things to do still, so here we are.
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There's a thing in my world. People say that before World War I and II, the likelihood of people like me coming back was rare. But since shit keeps happening, then there's no shortage of ghosts who want to live again.
[ He pauses a bit, continues after taking a sip of his coffee: ] I made a deal with a ghost. She has unfinished businessβbut the specific details get fuzzy because she can't remember. I wanted to live, I've got things to do still, so here we are.