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I did not lie. I do not know where my grave is. Could be because I never bothered to look for it. Well, I was too scared to. What if I read the message on the headstone and suddenly remembered my family? I was not sure that I could hands that kind of hurt, so I left it alone.
Now it seems I do not have a choice. Or maybe I just have an excuse. A pair of curious eyes, seeing my life from a different perspective. Someone to guide me outside of my comfort zone.
"Done?" I ask as Tubbo scoops the last mouthful of food into his mouth.
He nods and chews it down quickly, swallowing as he makes his way to the kitchen sink to wash his plate. I wait for him to turn around before I start making my way outside.
It's a sunny day, the rays warm on my exposed skin. I roll up the sleeves of my hoodie and delight in the feeling. Seldom have I been this happy in the afterlife.
Tubbo clears his throat and I realise that I forgot he was even there.
"Do you... what do you like?" He wonders. I am doubtful of how curious he actually is, rather than just trying to lighten the mood. I did not realise how brooding I appear to be when I am not speaking.
