You Will Be

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He had a sip of his coffee and counted backwards. Three... Two... One...

A ghostly, pale figure passed through him and floated in front of him. She was see-through and luminous, a star that roamed the earth. A star with baggy jeans and a white plain t-shirt. A star with an ugly gash at her temple.

"Is this what we are doing? I didn't sign up for this."

He had another sip. Her voice came high-pitched and distorted.

"Are you ignoring me now? After everything we've been through?" She asked him.

He picked up the shovel at his feet and went back to work, making the grave in front of him deeper and wider.

"Fine. I can ignore you too."

"No, you can't." he said and dropped the paper cup in the hole.

"Ew. Pick it up." She told him and made a face.

"You do it."

"Har, har. So funny. I'm dying over here."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that humour?" he asked and as if to prove a point, she didn't answer him. Instead, she glided over to the tombstone. The name had faded, weeds grew around the unkept grave.

"What if they don't want a roommate?" She asked. "It's dark down there. And crowded."

The talking. The nagging. It went on and on. It never stopped. She talked his ears off every day, every night.

He dragged a black garbage bag and threw it in the hole. There was a loud thud and a nasty, breaking sound.

"You are such an ass." She muttered. She looked at the bag. "Broken neck, I'd say."

He filled up the grave. When it was over, nobody could tell. If anybody even cared. They were at an abandoned part of the graveyard. The letters on the tombstones erased with time and the stones cracked, forgotten and old.

Nobody would come and ask questions.

"But a bag? Really? A bag?" She went on. "How about a coffin?" She shook her head in obvious disapproval. "At least make a new grave."

"Shut up already." A new grave? And then what? Hand himself over to the police?

She pursed her lips tight, but the silence lasted for only a moment. "I'll haunt you forever."

He threw the shovel down. "Shut it! I've had enough of you. You are dead. Do what dead people do."

She grinned. "I am."

"Not with me, you idiot. Move on or go bother someone else."

"That's not how guilt works."

Guilt? "You think I'll regret this?" he asked her. He laughed so hard, he had to catch his breath. "Getting rid of you was the happiest moment in my life."

"And yet, here I am."

"Here you are." he gritted his teeth. The annoying parasite was right. There she was, following him around. Now she could go through walls too. He never had a moment of peace. He never got the silence and quiet he craved.

"Till death do us part." She raised her left hand and showed him her wedding ring. "What bullshit. You are never getting rid of me."

He turned the identical gold band at his ring finger. "Maybe if you ever stopped talking, we wouldn't be here now." he said. "If you didn't nag me all the time...."

"Maybe if you cared a little more...." She floated over to him.

He sucked in a breath and took a step back.

"Maybe if you cared, and you listened, I wouldn't have to nag so much." she darkened like the sky just before a storm. The air sizzled with electricity. His hair stood on end.

"I...."

He took another step back.

"Maybe if you loved me a little more, we wouldn't be here now." She snapped at him.

"I'm sorry." the words came out choked.

"You wanted free of me. Well now you are. Freedom doesn't feel so nice though, does it? Not after this."

"I'm sorry."

"Not yet. But you will be."

And another step.

He fell.

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