[Bovice]

When Holden felt his headache go away he looked at Solomon. "You really wanna know why I left Solomon? Because in the books I read, it said that people who wake up after a few minutes, from having their soul attached to another body, die. They die Solomon!" He said sitting up. "No matter how long they rest they die. Then again it shouldn't be possible to reattach a soul in the first place." He said as his heart beat quickened. "I wanted to get you something Solomon, and I did." He said as he weakly got up off of the bed and went over to one of the bags.

He pulled out a picture frame. He threw it on the bed, "You never had a picture of my real body." He said as his knees buckled. He quickly sat on the couch, "No wonder why that slayer had to kill me in the first place, I try to make everyone around me happy." He said with a scoff. "But I see that was all a pipe dream. I give and give.." He trailed off clenching his chest. "I wanted to come back Solomon, to see you. And then to find out you died, because you felt so guilty about my death, which was my fault. I just..." He started to say but he grabbed his chest again.

Holden started to cry, "You should have been able to move on Solomon. I wasn't that special." He said pausing for a second. "No wait I was special, I had my sister die in my arms. Because I was selfish." He said crying really hard now. "I do love you Solomon, I shouldn't be alive I deserve to be in the hell I was in." He said leaning back grabbing his chest. Suddenly Holden was gasping for air...