“Life doesn’t end within these four walls.” Paul once said.
Gushing blood, slashed tires, cocked guns, he’d smile through it all.
Even that night as his eyes fluttered close, he smiled.
“It won’t end here…” He whispered.

Now everywhere is calm, with the bodies of cultists hanging off poles. It’s a mystery, but everyone’s too relieved to care.
I smile, Paul’s a hero.
But I miss him, badly.

“Life doesn’t end within these four walls, Gracie.”
He’s here again, with a whole in his chest.
Just like that night.
His smiled with translucent lips seeping out blood, he remained the same from that horrid night, when the bullet was shot into his chest.

“Join me.” Paul echoes, and I feel my heart leap with a rush of bittersweet emotions.

“Join me.”


© Erinma

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