Jason stared at the bowl being offered to him, wondering why it was making his stomach churn. The contents were nothing out of the ordinary – a stripe of strawberry ice cream, a stripe of vanilla ice cream, and a stripe of chocolate ice cream. Neapolitan, simple. Kory had picked it, unable to decide on just one flavor.
"Jaybird, you okay?" Roy asked, his face scrunching in confusion. "All I asked was, 'Do you want any ice cream?'"
Jason shook his head. "Sorry. No thanks."
Roy looked from Jason, to the bowl in his hand, then back. "Okay." He shrugged. "Lemme know if you change your mind."
Jason got up from his seat. "I think I'm just gonna…"
He didn't bother to finish his sentence as he walked away.
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He didn't know what was wrong. Or maybe, Jason realized as he closed the door to "his" room behind him, he knew exactly what was wrong. Out of all the stupid, random coincidences that could have occurred, Kory had to go and pick Neapolitan ice cream. Neapolitan, his favorite. Neapolitan, one of the many things he hadn't had since he died.
Would it taste different to him now? he wondered. Or would it taste exactly the same? He wasn't sure which scared him more.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Jason?" Kory's tentative voice asked. "Are you feeling ill? Roy said you seemed upset."
"I think I just need to be alone right now," Jason replied. "But thanks anyway, Kory."
"Alright."
Kory's footsteps retreated. Jason sank to the floor. Funny how much dying can change your life, he thought.
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Author's Note:
Yo, it's been a while, right? Sorry about that! For any questions you might have for me, check my bio before asking them, they may already be answered there.
