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A boy is lying down and trying to sleep. The cold crypt floor certainly doesn’t help (though the knife wound in his side might). He tries to stand up. He crashes violently to the ground.
“I’ve got more I need to do” he rasps.
The bird is dying in the night, his wings not yet ready to fly.
A familiar stranger walks into the tomb and ignores the gasping boy to look at the star-crossed lovers, the one you came here for. They are as gone as life can be.
The stranger apparates a soda out of nothing and stares at the scene like it has been seen a hundred million times over.
He spots the one only halfway in the grave.
“Oh you’re still alive. You usually aren’t.”
“W-Who—” The boy roars with the strength of a flickering candle.
“Oh hello Paris!” The stranger reveals.
“How—” Paris says, coughing blood.
“You’re dying so slowly, even though you got stabbed first! I wonder if this is a focus piece, or just your nature…”
“I have-ve m-more to—”
“Ah, I see, you’re holding onto life, just barely, because of some sort of unfinished business”
The stranger stares at the dying and dead.
“I’ve got nothing else to do, I’ll help your poor soul figure it out!”
Light enters the chamber followed by a joyful figure. The fast footfalls of excitement vanish so quickly. The quiet turns into a terrible sob. More lights appear behind, yet the scene fades into darkness.
The stranger leaves sipping a drink. A shadow follows.