(slight inspo from IDWLLT, maybe?)

Grief. It's a powerful thing, isn't it?

Ah, ever since your best friend passed (you were never told how he died) you've been in a broken state. Your mind has been fucked up and you genuinely can't function without him.

You even find yourself calling out his name sometimes, smiling as you cried and remembered that he's not really here anymore.

One day, you decided to visit his lone grave. As you sat next to it, making sure not to disrespect his grave, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Thinking it was WillNE, you let a sad, and slightly confused, smile creep onto your face. But it wasn't.

James stood before you... almost see-through in a way.

Eyeliner was stained on his cheeks and under his eyes as he stared down at you with an almost blank smile and weary eyes. His hair was messed up in all sorts of ways, as if everyone had forgotten about him and decided to leave him alone.

He had his cold hand laid on your shoulder as you looked over at him in shock... the silence suggested that James was waiting for you to speak first...