[ WP ] You wake up and discover that you are now a ghost . The more shocking news is finding out where you 've been assigned to haunt .

The water was cold, and then it was warm, and then it was cold again. From there, I felt nothingness, and I knew peace. But right now, strangely enough, I feel... awake. That was n't at all the point of this. 
 
 I'm drifting, but not due to the water surrounding me. The water does n't restrict me at all anymore. I'm just sort of floating. But now I can move. And fast. Thinking towards the sky, I shoot up to my jumping spot in only a moment. 
 
 I feel sentiment, and then sadness, and then nothing. This exact place is full of thoughts and pain and the promise of escape - I should be feeling more. But my feelings are brief and fleeting. I have felt an hour's worth of feeling in just a moment, and really, it's meaningless. And empty. 
 
 But in place of my sadness, or happiness, or whatever else, I feel a new compulsion. A pull, a tug. An impulse. It asks me to drift away from this spot, and I answer kindly and follow its will. 
 
 It leads me away, back towards the city - and at this moment, I know just the place. In an Apartment in Valley Street, in room VII and on the third floor, is a friend. A lover from a past life. My memories of her are warm, but like all else, they are fleeting and now full of nothingness. And cold. 
 
 Up against her window, I see her rest, her chest rising and falling. I can sense her breaths and their effects on the dust around her. I can smell her remaining makup that she left on. I can see her dreams becoming darker. 
 
 Why is it that I should be here? What is it that tugs at my heart to visit this place? What it is that this woman of old could mean to me, after all this distance? 
 
 The Will speaks to me. `` You are foolish to ask,'' it says, `` for it has already begun.'' 
 
 A moan, and then a gasp. She curls up into a ball, and a tear curls out of her eye. 
 
 `` What you felt at that moment is what it is you carry with you.'' Its voice is a whisper of velvet. `` Let her understand.'' 
 
 Her dreams are of sadness. Her dreams are of me, and as I get closer, the dreams get stronger. Against my commands, I back away from the window, willing nothing of harm on her soul. But the further I depart, the darker my eyes perceive the world. The Will allows me to feel, to make those understand who could not comprehend. And without that, perhaps I am just a gust of wind, soon to dissipate into the universe. 
 
 So I must not retreat. Instead, I think forward, and move closer. Through the window, in her room, I lay my hand upon her shoulder. She screams, and her dreams delve into the bitter black, so now she understands. Beyond her terror is the silence of the night, with the chirp of the crickets and the glow of the moon and the soft roar of the midnight traffic. In the calmness of my heart, I move closer, besides her, my arms around her, and she stops screaming. But in her mind, I know it is louder than ever. 
 
 In a past life I would be sad, I think. But this is not the same as then. What it is I felt is what I carry with me, and what I carry with me is all that remains. That's what The Will is speaking to me. 
 
 But, again... Why here? Can this desire answer me that question? 
 
 `` You are almost finished. All you need to do is stop from fading.'' 
 
 But fading is what I wanted, is it not? 
 
 `` What you are is what you carry with you.'' 
 
 But that does n't mean anything. 
 
 `` Then you are nothing.'' 
 
 I slip away from her - from the will. This is not my life any longer. I can not dwell among my feelings and desires. What was once a good gesture is now a passageway to death. What I felt is what I am. And I am death. 
 
 So as it was, I must continue. I run away, further from my love and away from what it is I cared for. So I depart, at the speed of my will. But the sadness of the moment is gone now, and I can not even remember her touch. The warm became cold, and the cold became nothingness. The pattern continues, as it must from this point on forever. 
 
 But I must wonder - as before, is there something after this nothingness? 
 
 The answer is spoken to me, and it saddens me.
