“What?” I gasp, the words trapped in my throat. “I-I don’t understand.” He loves me? Why is his admission so bittersweet?
He finally meets my eyes, a tear streaming down his whiskered cheek. I know what he’s about to say even before he speaks. I shake my head, but a melancholy smile splays on his lips. This is the truth I was so desperate to know. “This—” He steps backward, raising his sweater, the moonlight betraying his grotesque secret “—is the real me. This is why I never told you the truth. How do you―” He pauses, closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds before reopening them slowly “How do you tell someone you…love…that you’re…dead?”
“W-what?” I blink, tears coating my lashes. “What? Dead? That’s not…that’s not p-possible. I-I d-don’t even k-know what to…no. No. It’s not t-true
