"that's good, right?" I kept saying to myself-well, Sylvia.
I'm in my room starring at my ceiling as i lay on my bed. Sylvia is laying besides me, laying her head on my chest.
"That is good, babe. I'm still here for you." Sylvia whispers, starring at the ceiling.
"But, you died, you were buried after being cremated."
"But I'm here for you." She says.
"How?"
