tate woke with a gasp. there was this dull pain in her stomach but she could barely feel it. she took in her surroundings. it was white. the whole room was so white that it was blinding.
the only thing that wasn't white was the bed she lay on and the door. she was laying on a hospital bed except it was completely black. the sheets, pillow case, and bed were pure black.
the door caught her attention. it was black but held a white sign. it read: you died
that's right. she did die- wait- she died. she died? oh right, her best friend's sorta hunter 'boyfriend' had killed her in the abandoned hospital. as if that's a typical way to die.
she stepped off the bed and began walking to door. she didn't know what to expect, but she certainly didn't expect what happened next.
the door swung open and in came a sweaty boy. he looked just like he did several years ago. his hair was the same length. his scars were in the right places. his eyes...she could melt in those eyes.
"tate? i-it's true. y-you died," the handsome boy paled
tate was utterly still while staring at the boy. how many years had it been? she had been waiting for this moment the day that he left her. tate hadn't even notcied she was crying until he said so.
"l-liam?" she sobbed
he painfully smiled and pulled her into a hug. she cried into his chest like she had done when he was alive. he smelled like him. he felt like him. he was actually in front of her but she couldn't believe it.
"what happened tate? why are you here? how did you d-die?" his voice cracked
she didn't answer him. instead, she kissed him.
