Tylaker

“Holy shit, you’re dead!” She looked up from her book with a raised eyebrow. “Jesus, Daniel, really? I’ve told you that I was dead like every day since we met.” “I thought you were just some emo chick trying to be edgy!” I looked down at my hand, which had passed through her shoulder. She said nothing in response as she turned the page. “This book sucks. I can’t believe this is the one I died holding.” “Can you stop complaining about shitty fiction for one moment and just explain why there is a dead girl in my life?” She looked up at me, staring blankly. “