- So here we meet, dear...
Simon sat at the table, turning the pages of the newspaper that the mailman had brought today.
While you were standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of you, humming a strange song that only you could understand.
You turned to Riley, smiling widely and placing the plate of food in front of him.
The man smiled back, starting to slurp up the soup, praising it. Suddenly, Riley's eyes darkened. He dropped the spoon on the floor, clutching his throat, starting to choke.
"Okay, see you in heaven." You said with a smile. And then it was over.
...
A few years later, Ghost became very bored without you in heaven. All this time, he was trying to figure out what those rings were back then? Why did your mother call him "son"? What kind of white powder did you put in his soup? He tried to ask the "local" angels, but unfortunately, they knew nothing and did not understand him at all.
...
You were standing in the bathroom, powdering your nose. Until Simon appeared in the mirror with a wide smile.
A hoarse, rough male voice was heard from behind.
The man wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. Simon was completely alive...