Short StoryThird Person
I'm dead, but I'm not completely dead.
To be precise, my body died, but my soul has not left. My soul followed my lover in life. I watched him cremate my body and put it in an urn. I watched him pack up my belongings, hold a funeral, and then scatter my ashes into the sea.
That is my last wish, I love the sea, that is where he and I miss each other.
At dusk, my soul will disappear with my ashes.
Intention: To face life