B is for BEN

He doesn't remember dying in vivid detail. He doesn't remember who killed him or why. He doesn't remember his last name or where he lived or anything about his previous life. All he knows is he couldn't breathe and there was no one there to save him. When he woke up, they'd taken his eyes.

He remembers the first time he saw her. She was getting a litre of milk and a tub of butter at a local shop. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she wore jeans and a Green Day t-shirt and trainers. She got the milk and butter and walked home in the pouring rain, coat pulled tightly around her. He followed her. This was the girl he'd been talking to on Cleverbot, he was sure of it. Her house was a cozy little bungalow, her bedroom at the front. He waited a good ten minutes for her to come back into her room and take off her coat. That night he snuck in through her TV and watched her sleep. It was so intriguing, the rise and fall of her chest, the beats of her living heart. He had a heartbeat but death had claimed his soul. Teen fiction books, rock CD's and notebooks lay scattered everywhere. He knew in that moment, he had to keep her. He loves her more than anything else and he means it when he says "I'd die again for you."