/-/ Alright guys, this is the last official chapter. I'll have an epilogue of a poem that fits the story, but that'll be it.
This was fun 3 \-\
Chapter 8-
Bright, white lights the room was empty it was always empty except for him he was alone he had always been alone but he was talking he was talking and talking and talking to someone but he was alone.
"Jake?" he asked the air - the emptiness, "Jake, I missed you. Come here."
"You got it! I couldn't stay far from you for too long," the air replied. His skin was greyish blue his hair and clothes were wet and his eyes were milky but he was as beautiful as ever even if when he spoke water came up from his lungs and spilled over his lips which were blue like his skin.
Dirk kissed those blue lips and they were cold and dead but they made him feel alive their love was a paradox he was a paradox.
"Don't leave me like that again."
"I won't. I'm sorry ol' chum, I tried to survive for you."
His skin was so cold and so damp and he bled from where the body of the plane cut him and the fish bit at him but Dirk did not mind blood because he was here and they were not alone.
"I want to be with you forever."
"Then join me."
He nodded. He was scared but if it meant they could stay together then he would do anything to make that happen.
"I'll show up like, the day after I get out, like some sort of serendipitous blessing."
He sealed his fate with a fleeting kiss.