He was free. Blaze was free. No longer stuck in a book. Or the body of a cat who didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't alive anymore. He was free from pain, from misery. The book he had once resided in was now on top of his head, the pages that he used to communicate with floating around his body. He could talk to them. To her. They could hear him. It was amazing. Blaze felt...content. No, he was not satisfied with his death. But he was...happy. The scratch that was once across the title of the journal had disappeared. Maybe if he wasn't happy it would reappear. Who knows. But all that mattered was that he was happy....right? for a deeper explanation of ghost lore go here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/791480686/#comments-318609494 Song: Can't stand the Rain by The Rescues Art: Me Code: Me RP: THGRP
