I sat on the floor of Cierra’s bedroom. The walls were dark, her comforter (on her queen sized bed) was a dark red, blood red, and her carpet was white. Cierra opened the door and plopped down next to me. She handed me a cup. I gave her a confused look.
“It’s tea,” She looked at me, “you drink it.”
I looked down at the black mug, “Won’t it just like-”
“Go through you? No, Cole.” She giggled and kissed my cheek, “You’re just dead, drink.”
I put the mug to my lips and drank it. Warm liquid pooled in my stomach. I felt something inside my skin move. I felt something kick in my ribcage.
“Cierra,” I looked at her, “What did you just put inside me.”
She laughed, “Nothing,”
I glared at her.
“Okay, something.” She said, “It’s called Resurrectione.”
“And?”
“Some people feed it to past loved ones, it, uh, well, resurrect. Resurrectione is Latin for ‘resurrect.’ Resurrectione is an herb that some fancy Latin guy found and he fed to his grandmother's corpse every day for a month and then, bam, she woke.”
Silence.
“You’re trying to bring me back to life,” I set the mug on the floor, “Why?”
“Do you want to stay dead?”
“Its better than being alive. There’s no pain or suffering; there’s no nothing.”
Cierra cupped my face, “Cole, you can’t feel love.”
“Yes, I can.” I looked away from her.
“No, you can’t.” Cierra sniffled, “Cole, I’m falling in love with you and you can’t feel it.”
“But, I can.” I kissed her lips at least ten times.
She pulled away, “Don’t you want to have sex with me,”
I stared at her, shocked.
“You do, right?”
I looked down into my lap, “Well, I, uh, yeah,” I mumbled.
Cierra took both my hands and held them.
“I need you to live because I can’t live without you,” She whispered.
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That's Cole
ParanormalSometimes you need to stop and admire the world before it vanishes from you. Luckily, I had a second chance. Unfinished business keeps the soul awake after the body has deteriorated.
