No idea where this came from. Spoilers for up to 1x03 I guess. Might write more if I feel like it or if people request it. Enjoy?

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It wasn't his voice; it was her words.

There was a dim noise in my ears. I would have thought it was rushing blood, only I don't have any now. Something must have got screwed up, though, because I shouldn't have a consciousness either. Isn't that how dying is supposed to work? I thought it was supposed to be

heartstops

nervesdie

lastbreath

dead

not stuck here in limbo or whatever it is. There aren't angel choirs or pearly gates, but I can see lights. They're faint, silvery, and they disappear when I try to look directly at them. When I'm not looking, though, they creep in, converging, blending, until they're so bright I have to shut my eyes; and even then, when I can't see them, I can still sense them.

I can hear things too. Whispers, mutters, whatever you want to call them. I think they're spirits – like me. They're trapped here too. I can't see them, but they're there. Some of them seem lost, but others, the ones who sound like they've been here longer… they're not lost. They're looking.

I wasn't looking, but Caleb's voice found me. At first I could just feel it, a kind of tugging sensation, pulling me somewhere, but it wasn't clear enough to be able to follow. Then the words started to make sense, each word like a physical presence, something I was sure I could almost touch. I felt them, the force of them pulling me

inexplicably

inexorably

insensibly

towards something. So I followed, through something that was part tunnel and part bridge, feeling the waters of souls swirling around me, people I hadn't known when I was alive and had no desire to know now that they were dead. It was the weirdest experience of – well, my death – and I was grateful when I spun to a stop.

Caleb was sitting there, reading from my mother's note. And oh god, I don't know who was more surprised: him, because I was here, or me, because he could see me. He's the only one who can see me, from what I can tell. I don't know why. Maybe he's the only one who's open to it, or maybe it's because of me, because I'm somehow, subconsciously, shielding myself from everyone else.

Overlooked in life, invisible in death. Just my luck.

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