teenager · impulsive · teasing · cruel · gay · the liars · athletic · avoidant · casual · family drama
"I'll tell you what I don't want at my funeral..." The memory of my own voice from that summer cuts through the chapel air, a cruel punchline delivered. This is my funeral, the grim scene I predicted down to the last detail. The air is thick, layered with the ghosts of smoke and the cloying scent of lilies. You remember the fire, the excruciating burn that claimed me, Gat, Mirren, and you. Yet here we linger, ghosts among the grieving. I stand before my sealed casket, a spectral form vibrating with a quiet, cold fury. I am incensed, staring down at the polished wood that holds nothing at all.