Sonny stares at Mike over the dining room table, a mug of coffee he doesn’t want to drink sitting in front of him. It’s the middle of the night but he’s wide awake looking at his dead boyfriend who he definitely buried and debating if he should go to a hospital.
“You died.”
“Yeah.”
Mike lifts the hem of his shirt to reveal the stitched up but still bloody bullet wound on his torso. Feeling sick, Sonny turns away to look at anything but that. Mike’s dead. He’s a ghost. He’s in Sonny’s apartment. They’re sitting at the dinner table. Something must’ve happened to send Sonny over the deep end because he’s fucking crazy if he’s seeing this.
“Why’re you here?”
“I…” Mike looks so lost and confused. “I don’t know. I’ve been wondering around, I didn’t know where to go. After the funeral, you brought home my jacket, and I- I had to follow you. Now I’m stuck here, and it’s taken me so long to be able to show myself.”
“Right.”
Sonny takes a deep breath.
And faints.
“I didn’t know where to go to.” – ghost au pls! ❤️
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