They killed him so she freed him

"Am I dead ?"

Keeping the pact in between one of her novels and putting it back in the shelf, Vanesa steps out of the house to run errands. Writing this pact has made her feel better atleast even if it was the silliest fangirl stuff she has ever done. She is finally feeling better after so many days. On her way back, looking at the sky she is reminded of Gojo's beautiful eyes and the white clouds made up for his hair and pretty lashes.

Smiling towards the sky a sigh escapes her mouth as she looks back on the path and continues walking towards her home.

Exactly where she was looking earlier in the sky little sparkles emerge out of thin air, something so magical.

Opening those pretty ocean blue eyes Gojo realises his existence. As soon as he feels the breeze on his hair, he is reminded of the fight that took place. Getting defensive as a reflex all he remembers is being attacked in that fight, he wonders how he is in mid air floating when all he can remember last is that fight. A slight bit of anger re-emerging in his breath as he steps down on the ground trying to look around, talking to himself, "I surely don't remember coming here". Moving his head in confusion "can't remember the fight ending". Looking around "this place also seems very unfamiliar" . A little confused but still careless he starts walking towards the departmental store on the other side of the road. Entering through the gate he looks around to see what he wants going to the billing counter he buys a popsicle , opening the package eating it he starts thinking how could he possibly have gotten there. "Did I drink ?" Squinting his eyes putting hand up to his chin "but I feel sober" frustrated now " ughhh! That can't be" walking again with no destination in mind he wonders why he is getting weirdly stared at by bystanders . He is used to people staring at him due to his ethereal beauty but this was new never in this way though. Walking past a lady with a child, the kid shouts in amazement, "mom look! His hair is all white". What a weird child, thinking to himself throwing the stick and the wrapper into the bin at the side where a poster catches his eyes. A animated guy laying on the ground with blood gushing out his mouth and written below, 'creators say, Gojo will not return back to the story. It is the end for him'. The dots finally start connecting. The image starts appearing clearer about why he doesn't remember anything after the last blow from his opponent he says in a low tone, "so did I die in the fight?"

Looking at his hands, "so afterlife feels like this, I am dead". Putting back his hands down, his brows becoming tense his corners of lips turning downwards, shaking his head in disbelief, "it can't be,why would there be a poster like this in afterlife". Till now he didn't not focus on the creator part enough which suddenly occurred to him catching his attention, 'creators' realising his existence in this world, " so this isn't my world" seriousness surrounding him  " oh! So I am just a fictional character in this world, I am not real to these people". He scoffs "but still how am I here?" Thinking of every possibility, "it just isn't possible, it doesn't make any sense , nothing makes sense anymore,how could I travel universes." Thinking about his world he thinks "I wish I was there" sparkles start to appear around his hands

and teleports to the other world, "how could I, I never knew I had the power to travel universes" "no that can't be I know about my superpowers I could never do this earlier, walking again he thinks, "I must still be dead here, he starts moving towards the funeral house nearest to his place his own photo catches his sight and he understands the situation thinking "so I was correct,  I am Infact dead here" turning his head to the side " or atleast they think I am". Picking up one of the flowers he makes an exit from that place , " I have to find the truth".