Two days left. 

Morning has finally arrived, the sun rising on the horizon. 

“Anyone would think you’d spend your last days doing something else,” the kid says, and you don’t even bother to turn to him.

“It’s not like I can get out, is it?” You ask, barely smiling. This is awful. “Besides, which last days are you talking about? I’m already dead.” 

He blinks, blindsided by your honesty. 

Sure, being all nice and polite it’s exactly what he’s expecting, but you’re so fucking tired. You’re exhausted in a way it’s beyond physical, you’re… you don’t don’t want to be here. 

What would happen if you rushed the process though? 

No saying goodbye, if you’d just leave. 

Easy-peasy, they’ll forget you anyway. 

“Don’t.” He says softly, interrupting your thoughts. 

You look down, thinking of your mom’s sleeping expression, Carmen’s shaky hands and Mary not doodling at all. 

Liz’ smile.

Matt's smile.

No.

Be brave, just a few days more.

Then you’ll be off. 

If your friends and family can take the rest of their lives without you, then you can make it a few more days. 

“How long have you been dead?” You ask quietly. It’s that kind of morning, where you have to be quiet or you’ll break the illusion.

You don't even feel like a character of that movie.

(You don't even remember the name of it).

“I don’t remember being alive,” he says and you turn, surprised. You never expected he’d answer with the truth. Is it okay for him to say this out loud? 

it looked like a train station to me 

“You…” It doesn’t make any sense. “Wait, I always thought you were a human… you know, another type of ghost.” 

“I’m not really sure,” he says, settling down, “My first memory is the train station and is the last one too.” 

You frown, not really sure what to do with this information. 

“Your last?” You ask, not following at all. 

“At the end of one year, we have get judged as well, on our own way. They delete the memories that might interfere with our judgement.” 

You have a lot of questions, who gets to judge them, who’s higher in authority? Would that be really God? Damn it, does he even know? Or he’s just working his ass off for a voice in a room?

You look at him, realization finally dawning you. 

He wants to save Matt too. But he’s not allowed, so he’s been lenient, letting you do what you can, so he’s not exactly breaking any rules and it’s all your responsibility later. 

because you can make a change 

He wanted to save Matt. 

some coincidences are delightful

This was never about Liz.

“At the end, we always end up forgetting.” He says, staring at the sky. 

You try to think about what does that mean. 

“You’ll forget about me too,” you say, because it’s obvious and someone had to say it. And it’s even more real if you hear it from your own mouth.

Wait a second, does this mean?

“How about Matt?” You ask, because now that you know him, it’s hard to remember that you never actually talked to him before. He’s a whole new person to you now. “Is he going to forget me?”

He looks down and know the answer.  

Matt's words start to ring in your ears.

Loud and clear.

“Please don’t make him forget me.” 

i always wanted to talk to you 

“Please.” 

but i never had the chance

You cover your face. 

Can this get any worse? 

You don’t think so.