We start walking.
Walking to what, I don't know. We could be heading straight into Alastair's outstretched hands, where he waits to kill more people for the purpose of what he thinks is love. But no, love is the boy who had a bad family, the one who went back for a girl he didn't know, the one who yelled when love was not returned. But, what I think of as love, besides the fact that love triangles suck, is that love is unconditional.
Maybe this isn't love, maybe it's a teenage phase, and the longer we spend running from eternity the more we'll realize that this was all a big mistake, but I think that right now matters. I won't forget it, and I hope he doesn't either. Because this mattered, all of it. The lessons I learned while running from the boy who I first thought was a thief, but really was the only one who could have changed me.
He did, I know that now, and I accept it.
Because after nearly a century of being dead, I finally feel alive.
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ParanormalAugusta is not quite herself. She's dead too. In fact, she has been dead for eighty-six years. But this is all part of the job description. She's watching you. They all are, watching every move you make to see where you will end up in the afterlife...
