⚠: Death, school 🔫ing

You died recently. It was tragic. Mitch tried his best to slow the bleeding, he really did. But it's hard to do that while there's an active shooter in the school.

You and him grew up together. You knew everything about each other. Down to your blood types. You knew all his family's birthdays, the whole package. He never thought you'd be separated like this.

A few days after you died, you woke up in a strange place. The ground was a giant puddle, and the whole space was teal green. In the middle was a young boy, holding a silver locket and crying softly.

Mitch.

You wasted no time in running up to him. You put your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, his eyes widening in realization and recognition. He stood up, his British voice soft and choked.

"Y-you're here..." He said, looking down at the open locket in his hand. It was a photo of you and Mitch at the carnival last year.

"You're really here..." He was still in disbelief. How were you here? In his conscience? With him?