Memories From a Dead Girl
Thirty-Three
Chloe was at the stove the next morning, making bacon and eggs when I wondered in. She still looked as sad as she did the previous night, and I didn't know how to help her. Being dead put a damper on that type of thing.
When her cell phone rang, she answered quickly. "Hello?" She nodded. "You didn't have to go home last night, you know. You could have stayed here."
Austin.
I took a seat on the counter and watched my sister as she talked to my ex-boyfriend, the way she looked when she talked to him, and the way it made me feel, even though I knew it didn't matter; they needed one another.
And I needed to delve deeper into the memories of the day I died.
But if I did find out what happened, then what?
It's not like I could tell them.
The truth behind my death was all up to the living now.
When her cell phone rang, she answered quickly. "Hello?" She nodded. "You didn't have to go home last night, you know. You could have stayed here."
Austin.
I took a seat on the counter and watched my sister as she talked to my ex-boyfriend, the way she looked when she talked to him, and the way it made me feel, even though I knew it didn't matter; they needed one another.
And I needed to delve deeper into the memories of the day I died.
But if I did find out what happened, then what?
It's not like I could tell them.
The truth behind my death was all up to the living now.