my dead singer is the aunt of...

So she is alone.. A girl that often would have described herself as a free soul and minded person, is not trapped within the barriers of the spiritual realm. No one to turn no, no one that she can show herlself to. Darkness surrounds her dissappearence, and altho the boyfriend does not seem to show any emotion, deep down he is dwelling between what really happened and the things he should be doing. He starts to think about the oh-so-many-times she said I Love You, and he replied with a cold shoulder. About those late night conversations that ended up with a drink and her tears. He wasnt happy.. She wasnt happy.. All of it was a mirror image of what they wanted but could not get. He realized that they were simply playing characters in order to survive society, and what everyone else would be saying. They were living out their lives in order to make everyone else content with the perfect-couple picture. So many things they could have done differently..But now, she was gone.. He did not know where to look, he did not know who to turn to. Nightmares were crawling in his sleep and he had found himself restless many nights. He needed an answer.. but where was it ?

ok, i am game. I have been following your other thread and am interested to be a part of it. Is it possible to move the established discussion here. This would make it easier to follow and know what has been decided upon for this story you are looking to write.