Zombies don’t exist.

She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to smoke and back.

So it turns out that late-night flashes of brilliance often look a little less brilliant in the bright light of morning.

Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain...