Desolation - The End.

 A swiss army knife. Military green in color, slightly rusted. A well dressed gentleman rapidly approached him as if on a mission, a sinister deadpan expression on his face with the thumping of his legs against the richly carpeted floors resonating across the mostly empty dining room of the hotel, holding a finger-sized green bar like object in his hand. Before either of them could react, the man sliced Matt in the neck . As the vision of his dining partners horrified face slowly dimmed away, Matt felt his soul leave his body as the precisely crafted instrument punctured his carotid.

Death. A rather melancholic, argued upon subject. They say that even as a person dies, the soul lives on. Some say that the soul is the embodiment of the person and his deeds, which he is punished for in his lives. Karma. Others believe that the soul is a life force, merely a binding agent of the being. The undisputed truth amongst these indemonstrable beliefs, is that death is the end of all biological function. Is it? Or is it something more? Is it that life is merely an illusion, and the release of the soul marks our return to the ultimate reality? No one will ever know. These questions are such to which the answers are unattainable for the world of the living.

Matt never believed in ghosts, but one thing was for sure. He was one. For a minute after he died, he felt like he was in limbo. And then, he suddenly came back to the hotel.

Stefan, his entire life, his wife, the documentary, the trip ,the story of the ghost in the hotel.
Reiterating through each and every one of the incidents which had led him to that moment in his mind, he was still taking in everything that had happened to him. Still utterly confused and lost, he went into the hallways to find Stefan. The ominous hallways of the 13th floor. He looked up at a clock. It just struck 3. A strange feeling of being followed enveloped him, soon verified with the sight of a woman floating up to him. A spirit. Truly an exquisite beauty, her eyes were overrun with delight. Her ghastly white and chilling aura made her look almost angelic.

" You have finally returned. Over 200 years of unending agony, and I finally have you back. We will never be separated again. Always and forever ". Still unable to comprehend what was happening to him, the realization dawned upon him. The soul moves from body to body, all the while remaining pure and never changing form. His wife, his family, his friend circle, all of it. A lie. An illusion. The perfect fairytale crafted to bring him to this very moment.

He was the groom.