Is there a soul?

There is no Ginny.

I gazed absentmindedly at the couple across the table from me—they were so happy, so in love with each other. There were no regrets in their relationship; they had everything they could ever have hoped for in each other, and they were able to be with each other every single day. The best I could do was stare at a lifeless form in a hospital bed and talk to myself.

My father furrowed his brow. "If our souls were missing, wouldn't we be dead?"

...

"Imagine someone in a coma," I said. "It would be like that, except, you wouldn't wake up."

As I said that, I felt a lump get caught in my throat. I knew that couldn't be true, because Gregory Nelson had woken up. I had to have faith that Ginny would as well.

My parents saw my emotions begin to get the best of me and grew silent. Ron took me in his arms as I let the tears fall, and I felt his own run down my neck.