3- unforgotten

 

Kyle towers slightly over me in our hug, his face in my hair, my face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you." Kyle whispers.

"What?" Janna speaks up. Next thing I know, she is inbetween us, giving me a glare.

"What?" I answer back, shrugging, looking up at Kyle.

"Excuse me?" Janna asks, looking back at Kyle.

"Fuck I screwed up." He whispers.

"You sure fucking did! Now ca you two dead men explain to me what the hell is happening?! Or am I going fucking insane since losing Kyle and Dan?!"

I look at Kyle then back at Janna, confused.

"Um, Janna. I have to explain some things to you..." Kyle says slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. I walk backwards, trying to make myself disappear, because right now, I would rather stay in my grave than here, even though, I don't have a grave yet.

"Where did Dan go?" Kyle asks.

I walk out the door and away from the house. The pieces don't quiet fit into place at the moment, but soon, Kyle and I will figure something out. Hopefully, we can stay dead. Leave everyone and everything behind.

Let the dead bury the dead.