"Stop playing games with my life

"Stop playing games with my life!" I yell at the entity of darkness.

"I'm not anymore, you died."

"Then why am I still self-aware? And don't you dare do anything to Misty. Or I'll…"

"You'll what? Think at me?"

"Arghh!!!!"

"He he, I do so love playing with my toys! You are now trapped in the unbreakable confines of limbo… an ethereal existence."

"Bastard."

"He he" it cackles gleefully, "I am a masochist. But, on another thought, consider it a favor. I am allowing you to see you beloved, am I not? Would you have it otherwise?"

"Yeah, sure I can see her, but without her knowledge, I'd rather be dead."

"Really? That's interesting. No matter, you'll be with her… until she dies."

"Please let that not be soon." I pray.

"Ah, you forget that I can read thoughts. But by whose reckoning? Mine or yours? For me, one hundred years is a mere second in your perception, seeming progressively shorter as time goes by. But I digress, you time shall begin… now."