A cold hand raised to close my mouth. Unable to move, I was willing to let such an action occur. Alex sat up, casually. Fucking casually. Like we were in his room and he'd woken up on the floor again. His fingers caressed my chin delicately as his hand returned to his side. With light force, he swung his legs to the side in order to face my blood-drained face which now resembled his. Kicking off his uncomfortable dress shoes, he used his toes to press on my shoulders until I sat beside the box of ill omen. Once he had joined me on the floor, a minute of silence passed, as I looked into his eyes. His eyes looked to be the only thing of his with life behind it. I couldn't help but reflect on the chill of his touch.
"I suppose I need to explain," he began, scratching the back of his head. He was blushing. How could he blush? He doesn't have any blood!
"So to answer the questions at hand, yes, this is real, and no, I'm not alive."
By the sound of his soothing words, I regained my composure and shakily allowed myself to respond. "How can you be here, like this, but not be alive?"
"Check my pulse."
I reached out, slowly putting my hand on his freezing chest. Nothing. I tried his neck, to find the same result, and moved to his wrist. If a pulse had ever existed in this body, Death must have swallowed it like the whore she is. Our fingers intertwined, stopping my racing head instantly, as though I was Daniel Radcliffe, and his hand was my acting career. "How is this possible?" I asked, on the verge of tears.
"So here's how things went. So after I died, I woke up in this place that looked a lot like the inside of Nicki Minaj's head. Nothing. Then this guy showed up. He was wearing white and had long brown hair and a beard. The guy introduced himself as Jesus. So I was all like 'sup man. Where is this place?' And Jesus spoke thus: before you go to heaven, everyone is given a choice. If they want to, they are allowed to return to earth for a few hours for any goodbyes they didn't get to make, but they're pretty much zombies. So, in summary, Jesus says hi."
I loved his way of explaining things. Such a speech pattern provided intellectuality and beamed brightly, showing his intelligence as though it was a wad of bills at the local club. His voice was soothing, hypnotizing, caring, and gentle, just like his touch.
"That makes sense, I suppose. So you're here for a few final farewells?"
Alex's face lit up with a smile, one that bore the telltale look of the naughty actions to follow. "Not exactly."
