Forbidden Love (A Vocaloid Fan-Fic) [COMPLETE]

Prolouge (Is that how it's spelt?)

I thought that death would be quiet. Not a bang but a whimper. I knew that people would mourn my passing and hold a funeral etc etc. but most of all I thought that once I died there'd be nothing. No light or dark, no thoughts, no emotions. No wars I'd have to fight. I'd never believed in ghosts.

But how wrong I could of been.