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“I didn’t.” “So,” I asked him, suddenly becoming the confused one, “did you come back from the dead or something?” “Of course not,” he said. “But you just told me you didn’t survive,” I said, glaring at him for trying to make a fool out of me. He was contradicting himself and confusing me at the same time. “I, Enzo, never die,” he said. “Even if I do, it’s just for a moment. I come back to life.”

-I don't know, I think we're in some kind of limbo. -¿Limbo? ¿What happened? -I don't remember anything. -I don't remember anything. -Neither do I. ¿Where are Max and the others? -They're all scattered, you were the only one I found. -We have to look for the rest. -I just need to kill someone else, to bring back my last ally so the living can take the place of the dead. -¿Who are you? -I have many names, some know me as death.

“You hear me? You’re still going to know.” My knees weaken, but I don’t fall. I force myself to stay standing. Because he is still alive. Barely. But he is. And for now— That’s enough.

I wanted to talk to someone so bad. But I remember I have no phone and nothing to keep me out of boredom right now. Is this how my life is going to continue? I am going to die probably at this point. Someone help. Lea or whatever you are, please be alive and come back. Only you can get me out of this.

Was this the feeling of lose and longing? ‘I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it, goddamn it!!There’s no way I’ll lose to death again! I did everything! I became stronger! This isn’t my reality, I don’t believe it! No, it isn’t true. I’ll find her no matter what!’

The smoke drifted up slowly, threading through the candlelight. She stood before the urn for a long while, then turned and looked right where I was floating. She then called out my name softly, "Ash…" I was instantly stunned. I tried to call out to her, but I suddenly remembered that I was dead and that I couldn't make any sound at all. Grandma still nodded, though. "I can see you, Ash." I immediately burst into tears. It turned out that after I died, there was still someone who noticed me.

Within seconds all pain is gone and my body is fully healed. “Isn’t this the afterlife? And aren’t I dead? I don’t see how I don’t belong here then” “Yes, this is the afterlife but technically you are not entirely dead” she tells me. “What do you mean that I am technically not dead? How can someone be technically not dead? It is either you are or you are not” I start pacing while panicking, if she tells me that I went through all that pain for nothing I will honestly lose it.

He is just looking at me silently. “You’re not dead,” I said and sigh. “No, you are not,” I told myself. Convincing myself that he is not dead because I can still see him, hug him, kiss him and feel him. “I love you so much” I whispered while still crying like a child.

Bob? - Of course. And I was not talking about losing, losing. I was referring to the fact that when a person is missing you go through the hell that is inevitable. But that person is just missing, maybe one day you will be reunited. Only death has no solution. - What makes you say she is not dead?

That same connection. Faint. But there. “He’s still alive,” I whisper. “Unconfirmed,” the system replies. “I don’t need confirmation.” “You are assuming—” “I’m knowing.” Silence. Because it can’t measure that. Because it can’t quantify it. Because it’s not something it understands. I take a slow breath. Then another. Calm. Controlled. Focused. “You said I’m alone,” I say. “Yes.” “You’re wrong.” Silence. “He’s still here,” I continue. “Maybe not physically. Maybe not where I can reach him.”