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[1800deadguy]

I've figured out that it's been a whole year since I've been here.

One whole year. That's way longer than the single night I thought I'd have to live as a ghost. Not that ghosts are "alive," it's just a saying. I've met a lot of people in that year and I've helped some of them, too. I've even learned the alphabet all over again. I guess that's all a ghost could possibly ask for.

[A pause.]

But I still don't remember anything about myself and my life.

The shock of death makes a ghost forget everything about themselves for a short period of time, but it comes back to them gradually. Yet, it's been a whole year since the night I died and I still can't remember who I was, what I was like, why or even how I died.

The face I wear isn't even my real face.

[This is the part where he would have sighed, if ghosts had lungs with which to sigh.]

I guess I can't complain too much. It's nice to be able to exist. More of a chance than most dead people get, anyway. It'd just be nice to do a little more than existing.

Ah, well. Happy anniversary, everyone.

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[motioned]

...I'm sorry, Sissel.

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[icy_heavens]

[The differences in their worlds regarding souls still strikes him; back home, you're not supposed to remember your former life or your death. It happens, but it's rare.]

You'd hardly be so rare a phenomenon in my world. [It's meant to be comforting on some level. But Hitsugaya tends to fail in that area.]

[voice/private] sorry I flopped on the promised thread, i'm so busy X(

[devourer]

What a tragic tale you weave. The brains of the dead do not interest me, but perhaps your soul could.

[ smells like a mystery to him! ]

So, tell me: what do you remember?