Tiny sniffles disturbed the silence once in a while as Anti-Bravoman floated above a covered table in the dark.
Alone. He was alone again. Every day he came to see his own body, but nothing ever changed. No one ever came for him… not even his own dad…
He wiped at his eyes, his tears dancing through the air around him in the form of tiny lights. Everything worked differently in the after. He was able to pass between the void and the mortal plane as he pleased, but he had no real reason to stay. No matter which plane of existence he chose, he was alone. At least in the void, he wouldn’t be reminded of his failures and everything he had lost.
"… stupid… useless… weak… pathetic… crybaby child…"
He sniffled and wiped away his tears once more. One annoying thing about not being real was that his tears never ran out or dried-up. They just kind of existed. He didn’t know why. They didn’t seem to serve any purpose.
He opened his eyes and lazily swiped a few spots of ink away from his face. His tears weren’t the only things that floated around him. Droplets of his own black blood joined the little dancing lights.
That was another annoyance. Somehow, his feelings, thoughts and emotions affected the small space of semi-reality around him. Sometimes his body was pristine and unmarked, other times it was covered in the scars he possessed while alive, except they were fresh, open wounds, bleeding constantly but painlessly. It was incredibly disturbing the first time it happened, but now it was just a nuisance.
He sighed and curled-up into a ball, burying his face in his knees. He should just accept it. Nobody was ever coming for him. He wasn’t even going to have a funeral or be buried. He was just going to lay on that table until the doctors got sick of seeing him and got rid of it. Maybe it’s for the best. At least his death didn’t make anyone sad. At least he wouldn’t be missed.
He floated for a few moments more, and decided that there was no reason for him to stay here. He had already made up his mind that this would be his last visit before he moved on for good. Maybe the Other Side wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he could make some new friends who would love him. That would be… nice…
He steadies his breathing, and willed himself to slowly fade away. This was it. He would finally allow himself to rest in peace. He was halfway gone, when a click and bright light flooding the room snapped his attention back to the room he was in. He lifted his head, expecting to see whoever was undoubtedly there to throw him in the trash or take his body to be burned, when his breath hitched and his eyes went wide.
"… K… Kaylin..?"
"….I’m sorry I haven’t visited more often."
Her voice sounded so distant… he realized that he was still in the process of fading into nothingness, and willed his soul to return to full strength, watching her as she walked over to a table… his table…
When she lifted the cloth away, he covered his mouth and stared at his own face. Seeing his own dead body was so… surreal… and disturbing on a whole new level… of course he knew he was dead, but to actually see it was… different… and frightening.
He realized with a shiver that Kaylin was in a hospital gown. She wasn’t just visiting. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Hey Anti. I miss you."
He made a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a weak laugh. Of course Kaylin missed him. She… loved him… right? And… and he loved her… tears flowed from his eyes once more, filled with regret and guilt. He never even got to tell her how he felt, and now it was too late.
"O-oh, Kaylin… I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry… I didn’t mean to leave you… I don’t know what came over me, but… I was really stupid… please… forgive me…"
One of Kaylin’s hands rested on the side of the table while the other reached out to gently pet his hair. Salty tears began to spill from her eyes as she weakly spoke to Anti’s body.
"I wanted to be here—visiting—every day… but I had to stay home and help take care of everything. I’m so sorry, you must have been so lonely.”
She sank back and rested her head against the side of the table. A very sad smile slipped onto her face as she began to sob.
"….I may be joining you soon. I h-hope that’s alright."
Her vision was already blurred from the tears, but she was getting dizzy again. She took off her glasses and set them in her lap. The girl pulled one hand away from the table to clear away the flood of tears.
"I-I’ve been trying every single day to bring you back. I’ve almost got it all together… but it looks like I’ll be in the same place you are b-before I can finish. I’m so sorry…”
When she reached out to touch his hair, he sniffled and lifted his own hand to pet himself. He didn’t care if it was pathetic; he wanted to pretend for just a moment. He closed his eyes and listened to her, overcome with sadness and longing. He should have known better. He should have known that Kaylin would never forget or abandon him… not like he abandoned her…
He froze, a sense of dread washing over him. Joining him..? She… she can’t mean… no…
He opened his eyes, his hands both curled into fists at his sides as he stared down at her, his voice filled with desperation. He shook his head in disbelief as his tears flowed freely.
"No, no, no!! Kaylin, don’t say that! Don’t you dare say that! You’re… you’re going to be fine, you have to be! Y-you… have t-to…”
He sobbed, his entire body shaking as the air was filled with his tears.
"… I… I’m sorry… I couldn’t protect you… I failed… I’m not a hero… you deserve better than me…"
He hesitated at first, knowing he didn’t deserve to be anywhere near her… but he had to try… he wanted to try holding her again… he reached out his hands and slowly floated closer to her, trying hard to suppress more tears from escaping.
As he came closer and closer and was about to wrap his arms around her, something unexpected happened. A spark. A light. He gasped and stopped, but it was too late. His Anti-Particles were somehow reacting to his soul being so near to his corpse, and now his body was surrounded by purple energy.
Kaylin was still touching his hair…