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Fading.
The light was going to burn him out; make him disappear. Just like the smoke of every cigarette he’d smoked before.
Heh. Damn, pretty poetic ending for some random deadbeat smoker. If he hadn’t spent the last few years learning to suppress it in order to avoid the overwhelming pain in his lungs whenever he laughed, Garcello might’ve given a small chuckle at the thought. Oh well. His time was running out anyway, and with each passing moment, he could feel himself slipping away more and more.
There were a lot of things he could’ve thought about in these last few moments. Mostly regrets. The fact he’d seen his last sunrise. The fact he’d died in some dirty alleyway after having one too many cigs.
The fact that after this, he would be truly gone. Not like there was really anyone who’d really remember him.
But truthfully? None of that even crossed his mind. All that mattered to him now was the song; his final goodbye to friends he’d made only minutes before.
And when the short tune soon came to a close, he was gone.
…
Except-- uh. He wasn’t gone for long.
He’d faded out, expecting that to be the end of it. But when the sun set once again, he faded right back in. Right back in the alley. It was almost like he’d just fallen asleep.
...Had it all been a dream..?
A quick glance at himself told Garcello that, ‘Nope, not a dream. Still very much dead and still very much a ghost.’
Was this some sort of curse? Had The Girlfriend’s dad put some kinda preemptive spell on him that was now activated because he hadn’t gone through with killing the kid?
Shit. Creative bastard, gotta give him that.
But now what?