Open: The Ghost of Your Lover
The last thing Mont saw was the pistol shoved in his face, his one love watching from the background with wide eyes. He was about to call out to them to go, but then he heard the gun shot and he was gone, a bullet lodged in his brain. He didn’t feel any pain strangely enough, the only thing he could see was the attacker running off from…his body? It was as though he floated above it, watching it all unfold. But perhaps, just perhaps, he could be seen.