[Their hands are easier to look at right now than his face. She worries that he might be looking at her like she's a ghost again, and she isn't sure she can handle that right now. But her hand can squeeze his back in return, even as her shoulders slump and she frowns.]
What happens —
[Her question dies off before it can be heard. What happens after, she feels herself tempted to ask.
It makes sense that he'd call someone. Her parents' lives would be shattered. Jason might be sad that he lost his girlfriend right before prom. There would be a funeral. But if it's only been a week for him, then maybe that hasn't even happened yet.
Being seventeen and faced with the reality that you die and accepting that you have a funeral and leave your family behind is a lot to handle all at once. In an attempt to keep from crying again, she pulls herself in to bury her face against his chest.
She can't ask that question. Not yet. ]
What happens if none of this is real? You're not going to leave me alone here, are you?
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What happens —
[Her question dies off before it can be heard. What happens after, she feels herself tempted to ask.
It makes sense that he'd call someone. Her parents' lives would be shattered. Jason might be sad that he lost his girlfriend right before prom. There would be a funeral. But if it's only been a week for him, then maybe that hasn't even happened yet.
Being seventeen and faced with the reality that you die and accepting that you have a funeral and leave your family behind is a lot to handle all at once. In an attempt to keep from crying again, she pulls herself in to bury her face against his chest.
She can't ask that question. Not yet. ]
What happens if none of this is real? You're not going to leave me alone here, are you?