Stephen's POV
I smiled to myself as I walked back home. She loved me, I knew that she did. She just needed to make sure she was making the right decision, and I understood that better than she knew. Deciding whether or not to commit to someone was a serious thing. Deciding whether or not to commit to someone who wasn't even technically ALIVE was an even bigger decision. Still, I had a chance, and it made me happy.
"Watch where you're going!" a man yelled at me out his car window, "Do you have a death wish or something?" I was deep in thought, and hadn't noticed that I had wandered off the road until the angry gentleman in question had almost hit me with his car. And then I realized.
He had seen me. Had almost hit me. I was solid enough now to almost be hurt.
What was HAPPENING TO ME?
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