The boy did not understand it, thought he realized something

People are haunted by two ghosts,

one of passed love leaving this world to the next,

and the other of one passed by the street that you might once have known.

ones who have died, and the others who died from the impact of the loss.

The boy thought he knew pain

That he had seen grief making people blind and deaf to the living world round them

That once someone loved is gone another dies at the wake or the pyre, or the funeral.

Or later on.

That pain is constant and waits, is dorment for years to come back up to kill a new victim in its frenzy.

To connect to another.

And start the cycle all over again.

It seemed foolish to think he would not be one of them.

But he was still surprised when he felt the cold knife rip through...