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"If life was spoken about it present tense, it would be the now.  To talk about life in the past, we would refer to it as the then.  The life in the future is the will. To be living in the now, you obviously would have had to live in the then.  Of course, there are others that came before you that do not live in the now.  The then-thens, you could say, or the before-thens.  We're all on our own chronological time scale, all starting  at different points.  Or, maybe we are all on just one time scale, plotted on different points; the huge variation of years, months, days, hours, seconds, all plotted as the scale advances, or possibly all at once. It depends on your belief.  If you were the type to have or do or will own a T.A.R.D.I.S., then it's plausible you believe the simultaneousness of this time scale.  If you're like me, then you just think life comes and goes.  We're all a part of that long-winded time scale, and there's no escape to it.

…Well, unless you're him.  He's always been that different one. That one, special different one.  He had a then, a once-now, and hopeful-will.  He's not on the same time scale with the other trillions of us.  He's too good for that.  God gives him his own special time scale, an unpredictable one, with exceptions and plenty of privileges throughout it.  We consider death to stop the now and erase the will.  All we have left to our name in the scale is the then.  He has the then, the then-now, powers to the then-then, and plenty of now-will.  

He once promised me his will-will, but I'm skeptical. Though I love him, I'm skeptical.

Danny is half ghost.  Image literally scaring yourself half to death, just add a bunch of super powers on top of that.  You got Danny.  A trip through the ghost portal has made his now his then-now.  He has access to the ghost zone, people who have died prior to the creation of us, of me.  The then-thens.  And although I cannot explain the now-will, I know he has that too.  Or at least he did.

But to be able to live in the then-now, what would happen to his then?  The end?  It's all a confusing jumble of beliefs, logical and spiritual theories, and ultimately there's just no point of trying to figure it out in the end.  What happens, happens, I guess.  And that's exactly what happened."
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My room was chilly, very cold.

I lay on my vintage bed, sprawled out around my laptop. 'Click, click, click, clickclickclickclick.'

Day after day, in and out.  Same old dang thing nowadays.  School.  College.  Loneliness.   Being the last day of school before the winter break, of course a supposed teacher would assign a big project.  Big, as in ¾ of our grade.  I don't even know how he managed to become a college professor, I thought he could only stick to that slummy high school teaching job, isn't that illegal?

Anyway, clickclickclickclick click, click, click, click….

… Yeah, I can't do this.  I can't focus. She slouched- I slouched-o ver the edge of the bed, just dangling there.  Maybe my thoughts would make sense upside down.   He didn't have to go, he didn't have to leave me.  But he chose to.  His life was fragile, he was already half dead, why didn't we notice that?  Someone else could have risked their life, not him! ... But he loved them all… he loved me, and I love him.

Nope. I got nuthin'.  I sighed, trying to hold back one tear, that one tear, the first to drop out of the massive river that's seeking an entrance out.  I ain't letting it.  

…My bed began shaking. Rumbles.  My laptop fell off sheets and hit the floor.

The window suddenly busted open, wind violently rushing in, chilling every bone in my body.  I jumped, then quickly ran over to the window, trying to shut it against the wind.  Attack, ineffective.  I crashed back into my bed pole as the wind crushed against me.  I held onto the pole.  The wind held.

If I wasn't blinded by the gushing wind, I would be able to tell you what happened next.  But that part was hard to figure.  In a second no less this black figure appears by my window, this deformed figure, this…jumbled smear, this…deathly creature, standing, floating right in front of me.  I couldn't feel my heart.  I couldn't feel my thoughts.  I couldn't feel the floor I was standing on or the pole I was holding onto.  But I could feel him.

"What…" …do you want is what I wanted to say, but I'm not sure it could be heard over the wind, becoming more rapid and violent as each second passes by while I'm standing in from of it.

It stopped.  Out of nowhere, the wind stopped.  I fell to my knees, to my face.  The floor is so cold.  Or I'm so cold.  I try to get up, uggggh I try prying myself up. I am weighted down.  My ribs are crushing beneath me, I try letting out a scream, a yelp.  
I manage my head up with the last bit of energy I had.  It was right in front of my face.  
Its deep, glassy eyes were the last things I saw when I black out.
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