[...] And as Ghost's breaths slowed and she blinked once or twice, she made peace with her fate. The world faded away and she stepped into what she could only assume was some sort of afterlife. In a mirror, she saw a familiar face. If her heart weren't still already, it would've stopped. "You're not who I remember," the figure said through the mirror, stepping out of the shadows on the other side and laying her paw on the border. The "world" spun around them, shining threads weaving new scenes. "I...I'm sorry," Ghost whispered, puttting her paw on the surface of the mirror against Silvers's. They stood there in silence, until Silvers spoke again. "Ghost...don't you know? I never d1ed," she chuckled slowly, looking up. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she continued, "I'm trapped in my own mind, to relive my d3ath again and again, in the darkness..." "I'm sorry!" "Do you know how painful it is?" Silvers seethed, "I don't want to see you Ghost, I don't. It's not your time, you MUST return. GO HOME! LEAVE, AND DON'T COME BACK! And for my sake... Disband The Silvers. Stop the sl4ughterhouse, you MONSTER." But she didn't leave. She couldn't. Her heart beated again, but she was stuck. She watched helplessly as Silvers faded into dust in the other side. "Careful, Ghost... It's all a lie," Silvers said, eyes flickering back to normal before she was gone.
to be edited(it's only like first draft/outlining ToT) Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen - State of Play
