Aug 18, 2016
[[ @lostblessings ; cont from here. ]]
Cyrus’s hands tightened on the camera hanging from a strap around his neck, and he stepped out more fully into the room. After watching the ghost in disbelief for several minutes, the question had just slipped out, but since it was now out there, he may as well plow ahead.
“I’m not talking about the process of dying.” That he knew well enough had variable experiences. He had nearly died on a few occasions as it was. “I’m talking about the moment of death. When you went from being alive to dead. What’s that like?“ He spoke with confidence, but his body language was tense; he was wound tighter than a spring. Only his inability to shape the world around him assured him this was not a dream.