Yesterday he told me he loved me. Today we're dead.
Two college guys on spring break. Friends, roommates, lovers. A moment's distraction while driving on the highway and suddenly their lives change forever.
Forever.
It's an easy promise to make when you know you won't live that long. But what happens in the afterlife?
This short story is a metaphysical tale of two men who will come to learn just what forever means.
Yesterday he told me he loved me. Today we're dead.
I'm too young to be dead. That's the only thought keeping me going right now. I'd say keeping me alive but that's a joke, isn't it? I'd laugh if I thought it would help, but I'm afraid it'll sound a little hysterical and once I start I won't be able to stop. If I really am dead, I don't want to spend the rest of my afterlife cackling away. I shouldn't be laughing anyway because I have to remind myself I'm mad. I'm pissed, to be honest, fucking livid, and it's all his fault. But as always I have a problem staying angry with him because I keep hearing him say the same three words over and over again like an endless litany in my mind.
"I love you."
And it shouldn't, but somehow it makes everything all right.
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