True anguish is the hurt that comes long after the pain starts.
Aw, fluffy necromancer.
I won’t lie, this one hits a little in the feels. It’s really bittersweet.
why are you hurting me like this
why are you sad? you get a cool ghost fluffy now
You’re assuming she can see or hear the fluffy, and not just vaguely feel it’s presence
The part where it’s sorry for playing in the street cracks me up.
Ouch, sandbox for sure.
It reminds me if the time my little bird died. I got so depressed I didn’t come out of my room for like a week. It was really painful.
I also like how original this idea is. I’ve never seen something from the perspective of someone who actually loved their fluffy and lost them before. It really hits you in the feels
Recent experience was my inspiration here
I’m sorry for your loss, then. It’s always hard to lose someone you love
Stop being there shitrat ghost, you make her more sad. Because she was happy when you died.