Like Dust Title: Like Dust
Summary: He's not real, he died, and yet here he is holding John. He had returned, but for how long?
At first I was too scared to tell him, to frightened to shatter the dream. I'd died and then returned selfishly, but for how long? His face, grey and thin, so thin brightened when he saw me; hollowed eyes funneling muddy tears. I stepped over the threshold and into the gloom of the dusty old memorial, which had once been my home.
He'd fallen into my arms, shaking like a tree knocked about by hazardous winds. I held him and wondered what to say, wondered how I cou