vibianxa

Two strangers meet on Reddit at 3am.
          
          One works with the dead. The other can't paint anymore.
          
          They make a contract on a diner napkin: breakfast twice a week until April 1st. Then they die together.
          
          "Neither of us dies alone. That was the rule."
          
          They didn't plan on the dog. Or the pancakes. Or the way silence sounds when you're sitting across from someone who understands why you stopped trying.
          
          They didn't plan on any of it.
          
          SAME TIME THURSDAY updates Tuesdays & Thursdays on Wattpad.
          
          Chapter 1 is live now.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408391928?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=indig0jesse