She fell asleep in on her couch, alone in her apartment except for me. But I no longer think of myself among the living anymore. I had a mission in this afterlife, but I no longer cared. No men truly cared for her, she'd had her heart broken multiple times. I realized I loved her. I knew she couldn't tell I was there, but I lifted her head onto my lap and stroked her hair anyhow, trying to send her comfort.