Jamie is curled up in a ball underneath his covers. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, but he doesn't know; he can't feel or see or hear me. His body shakes with a sob and I hear him whisper my name. Lily. He's here, sad, because of me. Because I'm dead. *** Read the story to find out how Lily died, and the impact love can have on a person.All Rights Reserved
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