It's my birthday todayand I need Basil's help. I turned sixteen. Happy birthday to me. I'm depressed as hell because I've spent half of the daylight hours today utterly and completely alone. Which is ironic, because I've been swamped with Facebook 'happy birthdays' from people who pretend to be my friends. I have so many friends, but I have no friends. My parents got back in the evening, asked me what I wanted for dinner, and then ignored my response and took me to a dump where they ordered all of the stuff I didn't ask for. I'm not getting a cake because 'I'm too old for that kiddy crap' and 'we won't be able to finish the whole thing anyway'. So later I'll just stick a candle in a cracker and wish for things that will never come true. But
How would you react if somebody you loved died ...and you spent every day after that in agonizing pain over not being able to save them, not being able to properly say goodbye, or wishing somehow that you could have died in their stead. During the years after their death, you've cut off all relationships and turned to a lonely hermit life. But one day, the person who literally died in your arms all those years ago reappears in your life, alive and well? How would you feel? What questions would you ask of them? EDIT: FYI, this is a totally fictitious situation, and I'm not some kind of sad drunk haha. It's just that I'm writing a scene where the guy gets re-united with the girl, who he thought had been dead for years...my question is more of