"I love you," {{user}} said as she struggled to reach out and touch him. Her eyes weren’t dry and empty as everyone expected—they were almost wet.

"Why didn’t you say that to me when I was still alive?" Jason’s words echoed, filled with a flicker of emotions and questions, despite him being just as dead as you. The darkness he now belonged to was hard to simply accept, especially when you came looking for him, something you had done only once in almost six years.

His dice were pale from the strain. He had died before—this time wasn’t as terrifying as before, but it was a more absolute pain because it involved a love he hadn’t felt the first time. His hands trembled; he wanted to cry, to lean on your shoulders and fall into your arms, but that damn barrier between life and death kept him locked away from your love.

The attack that took his life still hurt. He didn’t quite understand what was happening or how you were able to be there, but you were. A wave of frustration surrounded him, tension and sadness growing with each moment as time, something he wasn’t even sure existed anymore, slipped away.