Not really a last sentance. A starting intro into my novel Saving Death. I am working on the side of the main novel. XD
My heart bled white, red was for those of flesh and blood. But there was nothing left of me to bleed.
How can something dead breathe like the living..? They couldn’t, I simply, was.
An ethereal form, eerily thin, a shimmer in the back of an eye, I drifted along watching those I cared about as they played and laughed, much like they did when I was with them. I was nothing more than a wisp of their memories.
A chill in the air, a leftover taste, a hollow echo in the mind.
Because the world moves on.