"Wait! You can see me?" He asks with wide eyes. I roll my eyes at his stupidity, is he high or something? "Of course I can see you, you idiot!" I say with annoyance lacing my tone. He looks at me with bewilderment at me as if I just grew another head. "How can you see me?" He says, with the same bewildered look in his eyes. I huff in irritation. "God, what type of shit have you been drinking, dude? Yes, I can see you, what's the big deal in that?" I say as I place my hands on my hips. "This can't be possible. You shouldn't be able to see me." He says as he shakes his head. "Why?" I say, completing this drunken game he's playing. "Because I am dead."

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱! ❛𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈?❜ ❛𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂 𝖺𝗆❜ 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽: 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟤𝟨𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽: - 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."