Different But Not Bad

"Did it hurt?" The boy asked and the woman who sat next to him on the building ledge leaned towards him, "Did what hurt?" "When you died, did it hurt?" The woman paused deliberately. "I think it did, I'm not so sure anymore. I try not to think about it too often." The boy nodded and took his own long pause,

"...Did it hurt when I died?"

The woman glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "I don't know, I'm not you." "But I'm not myself either, I don't feel like a whole person. I know I'm not a whole person but I don't know who I am, what I'm 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨." She hummed, "If I'm not you and you're not yourself, then who are you? Who do you 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 you are, who you think you can 𝘣𝘦?" The boy pursed his lips as he gazed out over the city, the dark night sky a backdrop to the soft lights of the buildings. He felt at ease, maybe he shouldn't because there was no railing keeping him separated from the solid concrete of the roof and the far drop below. And though he had no heartbeat and didn't need to breathe or sleep or eat he knew he wasn't dead. Instead, he simply just, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

"The king of calmness, I think." He paused then nodded, "Yeah, that sounds right, a 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠."

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