How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin’s for me as I did for her. I’m dead, for goodness sakes....

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.

I wanted to hug him, tell him it was gonna be alright. Tell him I’m not as fragile as I look. But I can’t hug him. I can’t even hold his hand. I can’t tell...

I became a writer so that the voices inside my head would become an acceptable occurrence.

Readers are often fans of Authors, but I, myself, am a fan of readers. They are the ones who breathe life into the pages that we give birth to, after all.

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...