He Came Back With Purple

He’d looked like him at first. Wore his clothes, had that fiery hair of his tied back into a bun at the base of his head, blinking away those sterling blue eyes without a word of his prior fate. He talks if you ask, but if you don’t, you’ll never know he’d died, then been revived, and that is just a component of life they aren’t supposed to question.She’d never had it happen to anyone close to her. It had always been teachers, or family of friends who had come back, and she’d never even remembered those things about them beyond when she’d first been told.They didn’t seem to change all that much, but she knew he was different, that he had to be, and couldn’t shake that from her mind whenever she saw him, that he’d changed.The boy she’d loved had died, and been replaced by a replica, same as the house that had burst into flames then been replaced by a new shell.