18- don't

 

Kyle has sat outside for two hours in front of where I had buried Lou. I had just learned that Kyle does not remember anything from the point of death to the point of coming back.

I sit on the couch watching him silently. Kyle slowly gets up and starts walking to the door. I open it for him and he falls into my arms.

"Sorry if I acted like a jackass when I came back."

I chuckle slightly, "Apology excepted."

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I wake up screaming and crying. Next thing I know, Kyle is standing at the edge of my bed.

"Nightmare?" He asks, now sitting in front of me, arms crossed. I nod, breathing heavily, wiping sweat off my forehead, transferring my hand to run through my hair.

"You?" I ask.

Kyle shakes his head, "No. I don't dream."

"Really?" I ask, swallowing hard, cocking my head to the side. He nods.

"Ya. I'm dead, remember?"

"Oh."

Kyle takes me into his arms and I take in his scent, upsetting me, because he doesn't smell like himself. He smells like slight death.

"What was your nightmare about?" He asks, rocking me back and forth.

"How you died, and then my insane break down at your funeral." I sigh, closing me eyes. We sit there silently for a moment.

I open my eyes once more to see that Kyle is gone.