...Then you remember.
You remember that it's YOUR life. The one where everybody dies.
You remember that no one can know you without dying. You remember this as you stare at the text that kills you, the text telling you that she's going to die. You remember wondering if you'd see her again, and now you know. You won't. You know she's probably not going to last the summer, and she won't be going to the concert with your favourite song. She's not going to text you good morning or good night, or tell you about Tom Hiddleston anymore.
She's going to die.
Sometimes life is fun.
