A mistake.

Death was so quiet. It was almost peaceful.

The lack of people is what made it hell.

Almost made her miss the wars she had been through, as she sat next to her brother and his enemy.

They both had ghosts walking around upside. Mexican Dream had told them that. Tommy had told them that.

No one mentioned her ghost, only shot her a sad look and changed subjects.

Life is so loud. Almost comfortingly so.

The amount of people is what made it hell.

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Pt 2 to my other story!!