Re: log: Dietre & Liam
He shook his head in answer to the question, even though that was somewhat of a lie. He remembered bits and pieces. Too much alcohol. The lake was too cold. And he couldn't breathe. And then - nothing. Not until he pulled himself from the lake, neither here nor there, something in between that didn't rightfully belong in this world. But something kept him from telling Dietre that, of his sin, of the way he gave in and gave up and stopped trying.
Regret was bitter even in the afterlife.
But there was one positive. One single shining light in that moment. When he reached out and Dietre mirrored the motion, their hands met. Skin touched, And for that moment, he was real and solid and he existed. Liam didn't seek to understand why it worked, why they could touch. He had been there during the sickness that had swept the town, and he certainly hadn't been a transparent thing there. But since then, it was an (un)life of not existing.
But this time, hands touched. He was cold as ice, his hand as wet as though he had just pulled it from a bath of ice. But he was solid and there and the connection was almost too much for him to handle. He didn't talk, just gazed at their hands, blue fingers curling around Dietre's, holding as though the entire world was at stake just then.