J. Schools

I don't know what to tell him. Of course he is dead, but it somehow seems rude to confirm that to him.
He makes a movement as if he were sighing, which of course he can't, because he has no breath.
"Then my suspicions were true," he says, staring at me with sad eyes.
Lilly and I stay silent, staring at him with wide eyes. How can we be seeing him when we just buried him?
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Excerpt from The House of Memories