you died. Everyone saw it. Everyone believed it. Everyone mourned your loss. You died. That's what everyone believed, your dead. Right?

Ghost sat on a roof top watching as your casket was lowered into the damp earth the rest of the 141 surrounding your grave. Ghost watched silently for another moment, the silence in the air was thick. Until he broke it

"So how's death treating you?" He asked cooly looking over at you, very alive yet dead at the same time. Dead to the everyone but Ghost. You had faked your death so here you sat, everyone you loved believing you were dead.