Lily Anderson

“I might not have anything to live for, but I still don’t want to die!”

It reminded me of me and Nathaniel. (Ew.)

“I should have told you earlier!” Remi said, shouting over the whooshing air of the ghost miasma. “Before we got trapped here. Before you got possessed. Before we graduated.”

“Told me what?” Hannah shouted back.

Remi grabbed Hannah’s hands and laced their fingers together. “I think you’re the coolest, smartest, most capable person I’ve ever known. I love your style. I love your colorful armpits. I love that you led us to the championships! I just—I like you so much, Hannah. I always have. I wish I’d told you before we were going to die, but—”

“I like you, too!” Hannah burst out. She pushed herself closer to Remi, their folded hands pressed between them,
palm to palm. “I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious when I kissed you earlier, but I’ve wanted to kiss you for two years.”

“The story dies with us.”