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Our Afterword (JorLand)

This is a new ship and I hope you love it. **a.k.a it's a straight ship this time** Ship consists of Jordan Pearce,who is a character belonging to Sielu_Soulclan,a wonderful person,check her out. And Kain Kirkland,a character who belongs to yours truly. Enjoy.

Christmas, 2017

Kain Kirkland was dead. She knew this,but yet,she was still roaming around. She knew she must be a phantom of some sort,unseen and forever wandering. She knew she must be dead,because she could so vividly remember hearing her flatline with her own ears. Not to mention the bullet hole in her chest,and the huge gash across her spine,both of which bled phantom crimson if she got worked up.

She was confined to the cemetery that her grave lay. That's where she had first woken up at. It was raining at the time,making the sky as dark as her soul felt as she looked around the graveyard,and at her own headstone.

She was always there when Jordan came around to visit. She hated seeing him cry,which he frequently did,especially on their anniversary. Sometimes,Kath visited,sometimes Kath visited,sometimes Troy and Khan did. Sometimes Jordan brought Emmie,instead walking around as Emmie lay down flowers,tears in her blind eyes. Then they would leave,abandoning Kirkland in her cemetery jail.

One time,around Christmas,Jordan was saying something about how Cil and Flynn had finally gotten married,and Kirkland dared herself to come closer. He was babbling on about them when she leaned up and gently pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He stumbled back suddenly,eyes wide. Her name dies on his lips as a small sob passed his lips instead. He left there,heart aching for the woman whom he loved so dearly.

It was the Christmas of 2017 now,and Kirkland was gloomily awaiting Jordan. He was there again,like each year before,shivering and wearing the same scuffed up jacket that struck up nostalgia in her.

"Hey Kirk,I came to wish you a Merry Christmas..."

Jordan murmured,and lay down a pale blue scarf over the granite headstone after wiping away the snow on it. Kirkland pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as she slipped a phantom hand into his cold,real one.

"Still crying over a grave I see,"

A voice says,and the two turn,whirling around. Standing there,among the graves,is Kirkland's Uncle.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away."

Jordan growled,and the man only grinned,

"What,I can't talk to my dead niece?"

Jordan growls again,and the man shrugged,

"Whatever. She's as useless in death as she was in life."

That was the last straw for Jordan,and he leapt at the monster,snarling viciously. Kirkland had lunged as well,and her presence or soul seemed to fuel Jordan,who had punched her uncle square in the face,breaking his nose with a loud crack.

"You bastard,"

The man growled,blood gushing out from his nose. Jordan growled back,hands clenched into fists.