{"sf1_id":932148,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Summer Day in 1989 Part 2","author":"Vikthefox","words":827,"posted_at":"2015-11-09T22:36:00.000Z","tags":["Afterlife","Death","Fox","Gay Relationships","M/M","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/932148-a-summer-day-in-1989-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/932148","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=932148\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of A Summer Day in 1989\n\nSequel to \"A Summer Day in 1989.\"","content":"Author's Note: Thanks to my mate, my friends, my watchers, and my viewers. \u0026nbsp;You guys are awesome!\n\n  \n\nA Summer Day in 1989 Part 2\n\n  \n\nIt's been five years since I was visited by the ghost of my deceased boyfriend Tim. \u0026nbsp;He stopped me from killing myself and made me promise to keep on living. \u0026nbsp;I have fulfilled this promise, but I still miss him greatly. \u0026nbsp;I still dream about him almost every night. \u0026nbsp;Most of them are good dreams, but occasionally I'll dream of his death. \u0026nbsp;I've learned to control my dreams over these past five years. \u0026nbsp;I can make my good dreams last longer and sometimes I can make them go in some...naughty directions, but I have trouble stopping myself from having a dream about his death. \u0026nbsp;In this dream, I am forced to watch Tim get shot. \u0026nbsp;The police told me that he had been walking home alone from work when a fight broke out between two cats over some girl and shots were fired and my boyfriend was caught in the crossfire. \u0026nbsp;Both cats got arrested and sent to prison, but that doesn't make me feel any better because he's still gone. \u0026nbsp;I've sometimes attempted to control the nightmare sometimes, to change the outcome, but I guess my power to control my own dreams isn't quite there yet. \u0026nbsp;I spent some time hanging out with ghost hunters too. \u0026nbsp;We spend our weekends looking for ghosts in old, abandoned places. \u0026nbsp;We don't always find a ghost, but something about looking for them comforts me in a way.\n\n  \n\nTonight, I came home from work and decided to do what I usually did on a weeknight since Tim's death: watch TV and fall asleep. \u0026nbsp;I sat down on the couch and felt a lot of pressure and a little pain in my chest. \u0026nbsp;It reminded me of the kind of feeling I get in my dreams. \u0026nbsp;The one that reminds me that I am dreaming and that Tim was dead. \u0026nbsp;I've never felt it in waking life before though. \u0026nbsp;I assumed it would pass, so I just continued watching TV. \u0026nbsp;The pain and the pressure only grew worse and worse and soon I found myself clutching at my chest in agony. \u0026nbsp;What was happening to me?! \u0026nbsp;I writhed in agony for a few minutes before I lost consciousness. \u0026nbsp;When I regained consciousness, I felt like \u0026nbsp;something was off. \u0026nbsp;I was still on the couch, but not on the same part of the couch and I felt very light. \u0026nbsp;I looked around and then I saw a body to my right. \u0026nbsp;It was my body, exactly where I knew I was only I looked like I was in a frozen state. \u0026nbsp;My hands were still clutching my chest and my eyes were wide open. \u0026nbsp;I walked, though it felt more like floating, over to my body and checked for vital signs. \u0026nbsp;I wasn't breathing and my heart wasn't beating.\n\n  \n\n\"I'm dead\", I said out loud. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Was I ghost? \u0026nbsp;Was this an out-of-body experience? \u0026nbsp;I tried to lay down into my body, mimicking the position I had left it in, but it was no use. \u0026nbsp;I couldn't return to my body. \u0026nbsp;I guess I really was dead. \u0026nbsp;Then I heard a knock on my door.\n\n  \n\n\"Who is it\", I said.\n\n  \n\n\"It's me honey\", a familiar voice said.\n\n  \n\n\"Tim?!\", I said. \u0026nbsp;I couldn't believe I was hearing his voice again.\n\n  \n\n\"Yep it's me. \u0026nbsp;I've come to take you to the afterlife\", he said.\n\n  \n\nI gasped. \u0026nbsp;Was this really happening? \u0026nbsp;I opened the door and there he was, my handsome Tim. \u0026nbsp;I ran up to him and gave him a huge hug and said, \"I've missed you so much.\"\n\n\"I've missed you too honey. \u0026nbsp;I'm glad you kept your promise and didn't kill yourself, but I can't help but be sad that you're dead too\", he said, with a mournful expression on his face.\n\n  \n\n\"I know and I'm still sad that you're dead, but there's a silver lining to all this. \u0026nbsp;We're finally reunited\", I said.\n\n  \n\n\"That's true\", he said. \u0026nbsp;He kissed me on the muzzle and then a wooden door appeared.\n\n  \n\n\"That's the gateway to the afterlife\", he said. \u0026nbsp;We held paws and walked through the door together.\n\n  \n\nWhen we got to the other side we were in a living room with a green couch, an old TV and a silver boombox..\n\n  \n\n\"This is my house. \u0026nbsp;Everyone gets one in the afterlife\", he said.\n\n  \n\n\"Cool\", I said. \u0026nbsp;Tim then turned on the boombox and pressed play on the tape deck. \u0026nbsp;The song that played was \"Heaven\" by Warrant.\n\n  \n\n\"How fitting\", I said.\n\n  \n\n\"This is our song, remember?\", Tim said.\n\n  \n\n\"Of course I do\", I said.\n\n  \n\nI then laid down on the couch and asked, \"Wanna cuddle? \u0026nbsp;I've been waiting so long to do that with you again.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Sure thing handsome foxy\", he said. \u0026nbsp;We then cuddled together on the couch. \u0026nbsp;This is going to be a great eternity.\n\n  \n\nThe End\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}