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Fading...

... late at night when it felt like we'd finally reached the point of exhaustion.

"Stay the night." Mom said.

"I can't, if I wake and Carl's really gone.. If this is the last time I'll be here, I want it to end with all of us awake, and both of you knowing it's all okay."

"Promise you'll reach out, if you're still in there Carl, please." Mom said as I took turns hugging them, and then I was on the road, driving back to Steph's house, and feeling like if that was the last time the three of us would ever be together, then at least we'd said the things that needed saying.

As I lay my head on my pillow, I surrendered to whatever fate had in store for me, ready to accept that this was probably the end for me.

~

It was almost noon when I woke, still exhausted, and my body hurting from having laid in the same position for far too long.

I felt different, very different. I pulled myself out of bed, and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and seeing that Steph was looking back, but there wasn't anything like a conscious effort to control her. I just willed my body to respond and it did. It felt like it always had when I wanted Carl to do something. I sat to piss on the toilet and tried to sort things out in my head. Was this my final day? Maybe, but it didn't feel like that. I finished up and went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then popped a bagel into the toaster. While breakfast was under way, I went and sat on the couch, and gave up all ...

... control, giving it to Steph.

But nothing happened.

I just sat there, my brain and body waiting for orders. The toaster signaled the bagel was done, and again, I gave up control, but Steph wasn't taking over, it was like she was absent. The coffee was ready, and again, Steph did nothing.

I got up, poured a cup, and spread cream cheese on the bagel and ate. My stomach still wasn't back to normal, but it was feeling better. After breakfast, I decided to test things more. I went into the bathroom, and waited for Steph to take control, and put on her makeup, but she didn't. I decided to see what would happen if I tried, and it was like I'd been doing it for years, it was as simple as tying my shoes. I repeatedly tried to push the thought from my head, but by dinnertime, I had to accept that I was the brain in Stephs body now, she was somehow gone. There wasn't a blackout, and that night when I fell asleep, I decided to hold off on any final judgment till the next day, Saturday.

I woke feeling rested, and planned my day out, now convinced that I had been given a second chance. I wasn't Carl any longer, Carl had died. But what happened to Stephanie? I couldn't make sense of it until later that morning, when I played everything back in my head. It was obvious that Steph had tried to overdose, and what if, however small the chances were, that in so doing, her body had been given another chance, even if her consciousness hadn't? Was this some kind of reincarnation? Was it some ...