It felt weird. Being dead. He didn't want to think he was gone. But when he said his final words; 'i love you', to Marvin, his boyfriend, before his life support was turned off.

It was his decision, ofcourse. He didn't want to keep on living after he got AIDS, it had wrecked him from the inside out.

But after that final beep, after the sound of his life support being unplugged was heard and he saw Marvin still clutching his hand, but when he sat up in bed and tried to hold him, his fingers went straight through his lover.

He went to his grave alot. It was kept tidy. "Whizzer Brown, doting friend and loving boyfriend, 1939-1981", his gravestone read.

Marvin was there today, fixing his grave up. Moving the framed photos of Whizzer and laying new flowers on it.

Cleaning the grave and making sure it was picture perfect. Marvin had set a blanket infront of it. He always sat there, mourning. Grieving.

Whizzer was stood there, fidgeting with the edge of his own grave. His fingers went through it. He could touch some things without his fingers going through, not all, but some.

Whizzer looked down at Marvin, who was sat with his back against Whizzer's gravestone. He walked over, sitting beside it, he managed to let his back go against it without going through. He wanted to kiss him and tell him that everything was okay. And maybe he could. He tapped Marvin's shoulder.

"Marvin? Marvin, baby?"

he whispered, tapping him again. He was really scared that Marvin couldn't hear him. That nobody could see him or hear him. He didn't think anyone could see him, but his fingers didn't go through Marvin. Which meant his touch was there. Which meant his fingers were solid again, just like he was still alive. Just as if he was alive again. Maybe Marvin felt him. Maybe Marvin would see him - Maybe he would turn and face him and he could finally talk to someone again. And that someone being his lover, his Marvin? That should be amazing. He wouldn't feel crazy.

"Marv, baby? Marv?" he repeated, tilting his head to the side.