The night after Alex's dreaded funeral is different. There's no crying, no screams.
I cry softly into the pillows, feeling lonely, wishing for him there beside me.
But he's not.
I open the window to see a sky full of stars. Where are you Alex?
I feel my tears run down my face and onto the windowsill.
The wind whispers in my face.
I feel a soft hand on my shoulder.
'Come on Laf, you're just hallucinating.' I say to myself.
The hand shakes my shoulder lightly.
I take a breath and look behind me.
Alex stands there, shining like stars, his cuts and wounds gone, looking young again.
He wears a white jacket, white clothing, his hair back.
He looks like when I first met him.
I cry as he spreads his arms wide, embracing me into a hug.
I scream into his shoulder.
'Laf...' He whispers, rubbing my back.
I cry hard, harder then I ever have before.
Alex sighs and pulls my head away from his shoulder, tears striking his own ghostly face.
He says. 'I'm sorry...I couldn't bear it...'