Part 1

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"Time of death: 14:25"

That was the last thing I heard, and then it went black. It felt like an eternity before I could see anything again, but I had already accepted that I was dead by that time. But I had to see her, even for a minute. As I wander the cold and gloomy halls of the hospital, I find her, crying and shaking from the news of my death given to her by the doctor. I thought I had accepted it, but this pain is so much worse.

Then I see him.

Daniel, Evelyn's best friend. He rushes to her side and sits next to her. "Hey, hey, what happened?" He asks her. "Alex he- he's dead!" She practically screams. Daniel pulls her to him carefully and hugs her. She sobs and hugs him back, my death is really taking a toll. I don't know what his plan is, but whatever it is I don't like it. Daniel never liked me, and even told her to dump me a couple times. Thankfully she never listened and said she loved me, but maybe her leaving me would've been better. It would've spared her the heartache she feels now. I feel terrible, she doesn't deserve this but there's nothing I can do. Once Evelyn's calmed down Daniel says "Let's go, I'll take you home." And they leave, I follow of course.

•the next day•

Evelyn and I are in her room, Daniel is on the couch. He stayed over yesterday to comfort her and make sure she's alright. I still don't trust him, I never did. He never liked me, and I never knew why. I watched over her, and she cried herself to sleep. Evelyn wakes up first, her eyes are puffy and red from crying so much. Daniel wakes up too, I can hear him walking to us. When he gets to her door he opens it. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asks her. She just looks at him in silence, I'm pretty sure she thinks it's as stupid a question as I do. They just stay there looking at each other and saying nothing for at least 5 minutes, then Daniel finally breaks it and says "I'll go make breakfast." And walks out.

When he leaves she reaches to a picture she has on her nightstand of us and grabs it. She holds it like it's the most important thing ever, and starts crying again. I sit next to her, but my ghostly form doesn't even make a dent in the mattress. I wrap my arms around her and act like I'm still there with her, in life instead of death. She sobs and clutches the picture to her chest, and once she's calmed down a bit she wipes her tears and puts the picture back on her nightstand. She lays back down and covers up with her blanket, still crying but not as badly.

I leave her room and walk down the hallway. It's 7:45 in the morning so it should be sunny and bright, but instead it's dark and sad. Her walls are covered in pictures of her family and friends, including me. I don't see how she can stand to be here. Daniel's in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them, and although I can't stand him I'm happy she has someone there for her since it can't really be me.

What am I doing anyway?

(Continue in part 2.)

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