He was gone. Your friend was dead. You were alone now.

“if I’m dead to you, why are you still sat here?”

You felt his presence beside you, but he looked completely different. But we know how that goes. You turned to him, tears still streaking down your face as you watched him take in the sight of his headstone, his expression unreadable. “I wish you’d stayed,” you whispered in response. He sighed, turning his attention to you.

“I can go anywhere I want. Just not home.”