The Literary Apothecary

Everything you knew was gone now.

The worlds you used to see in this little dimension, as you plainly called it, were all gone.

It was bright. And it hurt so much. Your eyes could barely keep open to witness the girl that floated so lifelessly in front of you. Dead in appearance yes, but she has never looked more alive. The shattered glass that surrounded you made reflections. Both of you and the girl.

Her long brown hair stretched and wrapped itself around some glass. In you was the sudden urge to brush her hair out.

"Even in death... I'm still here..." she whispered, and looked into your eyes. You remembered how her eyes were once so beautiful. A perfect shade of blue that complimented her. Yet now they were nothing. Just glass. So clear. So... incorrect.

And she smiled with a smile that knew everything. "Always... here"