"I won't," TAAron lied unconvincingly. The words rung in his ears. You were dead. Everything was simple. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.
"Uh, what now? Should I leave? More people are going to come, probably. Is there some way I can stay?" He felt slightly desperate, as though if he left, he wouldn't be able to make himself come back.