Pluviophile - Joshler

only skeleton bones remain - chapter 3

One of the lost ones? What was that supposed to mean? Tyler was terrified of what may or may not come, watching the darkness surround him. His eyes were set on the source of white light above him. It wasn't heaven, no, it was simply just the light from the room that he'd been waiting in for four years of his..death? He had no life anymore. He'd died from being stupid, so he wasn't allowed to say life.

The scene had switched so suddenly that it had almost made him delusional. He blinked a few times, his caramel brown eyes focusing on the things surrounding him. Such as all the gravestones and the flowers lying near them, and the snow that was underneath him..Wait, why were there gravestones here? Although he was focusing on his surroundings, he was just now becoming clear to them. Noticing that he was standing in a graveyard. What had led him here?

He had heard before he passed that ghosts were typically sent to places that had meaning to them. So why would a graveyard have meaning for him? He didn't understand, but what he did understand was that this particular graveyard looked familiar. Josh looked around as he sat in the snow, shivering from the cold and watching his breath out of boredom. Why was he still here? He could leave any time he wanted to, yet something was keeping him here. Drawing him to this certain grave.

There was just something about the thought of a boy dying so young for reasons he didn't know of that broke his heart a little. "It's December you know, your birthday. I think I would've brought you a gift if I had known. My name's Josh, by the way." He said to no one in particular, almost feeling as if he was talking to Tyler. Yet perhaps he was. The ghost boy walked, or floated over to the sound of the voice that was addressing him, feeling himself become stronger in a way the closer he got. His body was no longer underneath that ground, only skeleton bones remain.

"Nice to meet you." Tyler said to him, smiling and sitting down in the snow near his own headstone. The colored haired boy jumped out of shock, placing a hand on his chest out of pure and utter surprise. Where had the other came from? No one had been here just a few minutes or even seconds ago.."Um, hi? Nice to meet you to I guess. You..what's your name?" He asked, wondering why the boy was so pale and..why he could almost see through him in a way. It was freaking him out if he was being honest.

"I'm Tyler." The boy answered, and Josh felt his own blood run cold. Of course he was. He had heard the other speaking and now he was here. Sat in front of him. He was unsure if it was just the weather or if it was the ghost in front of him that had made the atmosphere colder. Perhaps it was both. Instead of running away and screaming like most people would do when being in contact with a ghost, he held out his hand. "Well then I guess it really is nice to meet you." He stated, shocked by the feeling of the ghost shaking his hand. A shiver went down his spine. Why could he feel him? If he was really dead, then why could he feel his touch?

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