“uhm... no. I actually don’t.”
"5 f*cking years. It has been 5 f*cking years since I've talked to someone-"
Blood starts dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin
“you... you have something... at your mouth...”
"agh-shit, yeah, I know..."
She wipes it off with the back of her sleeve
"And it's only been half an hour, too..."
^they put their phone to their ear like they’re calling someone^
“Oh yeah mhm... just don't wanna seem like I'm talking to myself.”
"Pft-makes sense..."
“So mind explaining please.”
"Explaining what?"
"explaining what's going on here. Why other people can't see or hear you. Why I can."
"Hm. Well the first part should be pretty obvious-I'm dead, duh!"
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