It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died. He dropped his head and shut his eyes.Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did?He looked back up at me, taking my breath. What are we gonna do?I knew what I was gonna do—hyperventilate.
~ Janae Mitchell
How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin's for me as I did for her. I'm dead, for goodness sakes. It's not like we can live happily ever after. I can't live at all.
I wanted to hug him, tell him it was gonna be alright. Tell him I'm not as fragile as I look. But I can't hug him. I can't even hold his hand. I can't tell him it's gonna be alright, because it’s not; not as long as he's dead and I'm alive.
I let ya in—into my life...my death...my heart. He reached up like he was going to touch my face. And now I don't know how to get ya out.
I became a writer so that the voices inside my head would become an acceptable occurrence.
Readers are often fans of Authors, but I, myself, am a fan of readers. They are the ones who breathe life into the pages that we give birth to, after all.
