we looked at eachother with loving eyes. and stepped into the dark entrance, i gripped his hand and he apparently didnt mind. i heard him breathing, i heard his heart beat, i felt his pulse through his hands. it felt as if he was actually real, but i kept remembering, hes actually dead. its hard to realize that when your holding hands with the person who was killed 6 months ago. he whispered softly in the pitch black as we walked forward slowly "Do you have any quiestions Grace?" i remembered a few i wanted to know. "Yes, do you ever age in here?" i could tell he was smiling, i could see his pearly white teeth in the dark. "Actually. no, you stay how old you are now...forever" so id stay 17 forever. seems perfect. no problems to worry about, just life inside my mind. easy as that.
"how do you live?" the dark started turning lighter. "with whatever you imagine" they must of had it good, i had a creative imagination. "ok, so whatever i imagine now, and in the realworld, happens." he squeezed my hand "yes" good to know. i could now see his face. "what happens if they pull the plug on me?" he obviously was hezitating "um, uh... well" i waited. "you stay here of course, with all your friends and family, and memories." doesnt actually sound too bad. i closed my eyes and we were in my house, in my bedroom he was still holding my hand. and i felt comfortable. then he let go. "The next memory will speak it self as i leave" he backed up "remember one bad one good, prepair yourself." i nodded "Ezra... thankyou" i guessed i was thanking him for holding my hand. but i knew i was thanking him for much more. the door shut and i sat on my bed. "Hello Grace!" i was a little petrified by the random unsee-able voice in my bedroom. but i adjusted "Hello." the voice was small when it spoke. "Check your pocket please?" i nodded "um ok" i slid my hand in my left pocket and pulled out a charm bracelet. "this isnt mine" i said noticing it had only one charm on it, a heart and the name Ezra