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its been 3 months since jacks death. 3 months of being a gray ghost. 3 months of being slowly forgotten.
he would always touch the scars of the old wounds from his last fight. thinking.
thinking about how he never really had friends.
thinking about how he always failed no matter how hard he tried.
thinking about how people would now walk past him and pay him no attention.
he always thought being a ghost was painless but his every waking day said otherwise.
he spent most days following his 'friends' watching them and hoping that they would atleast say hi.
he only started worrying when one day he woke up and he was even more see through than normal and one of his feet was no longer visible.
he had never seen this happen before.
atleast this started to catch peoples attention.
they still didnt say anything but atleast they look at him now. well not him. more like his missing foot.
he smiled.
after a couple night he woke up with both feet missing and a hand missing.
he felt weaker.
people continued to look.
he hadnt felt happy in a long time and he thought he might have forgotten what it felt like but this feeling must have come close.
he even got a word.
well.. kinda?
tommy was 10 blocks away, staring at him before saying 'weird' and moving on.
he almost cried from joy that day.
however it quickly went away.
he woke up and he was gone.