Note to self: don’t throw things at girls.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

I don’t know you either for that matter. So maybe I shouldn’t trust the words of a man who only recently decided to stitch himself into the picture.

Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?

I let ya in—into my life...my death...my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out.

It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died." He dropped his head and shut his eyes.
Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did?
He looked back up at me, taking my breath. "What are we gonna do?"
I knew what I was gonna do—hyperventilate.