It's been just over two hours. How do I know that? Because I've been looking at the giant cloud-clock in the center of Heaven, and with every passing minute the guilt in my stomach grows stronger. I don't know why I feel like this. I shouldn't! He was the one who had to live with me, and for what? Just because my mum and him had the same power?
I sigh, the heaviness of it making me droop. I fall to the balcony floor and cross my legs, watching, waiting.
There's a soft rap at the door. It's a quiet knock at first, and it grows louder.
'Who is it?' I ask blankly, although I'm sure I already know the answer. The door creaks open slowly, and I hear the gentle movement of bare feet across the floor, and I can feel it again, his presence. I don't turn around. Instead, I close my eyes.
'What do you want?' I ask smoothly, keeping back the bitterness. I want to shoot it, fire it, kill him with it, but he's already dead so what's the point?
'I want to apologize. I went shopping, you know. I got you more food. And I'm sorry I didn't warn you about my ability to read minds. I just... people aren't used to that sort of thing. Including you.'
A body drops down beside me, and I meet the gaze of Tygar. His eyes are a magnificent green; complete with gold and brown flecks. His lips curl into a friendly smile and I return the gesture almost immediately.
'I guess now is also the right time to tell you that me and your mum were best mates. Partners in crime. That sort of thing.'
I drop the stare almost as quickly as he'd connected it.
'What do you mean?'
The balcony floor looks really nice. Intricate, detailed...
'I mean that your mum and I fought against demons, devils and disastrous ghouls that belong in Hell. That's why we had our powers. That's why... you died.'
I wince. It hurts. It's not clear, the moment I died, fuzzy. I remember the pain and the pain only, but what actually happened is locked away in God's desk draw. Tygar, though, should still have it fresh in his mind. If he died a few days ago, he doesn't loose his memory to Heaven yet. He gets too keep it a little while longer. No much, but... enough.
'It was a demon that killed you. A demon that was supposed to die thousands of years ago. He killed me, and that's why I'm here. I'm here to be with you.'
I think that's the sweetest thing a dead guy has ever said to me.