I had been dead for a while now.
If you had told me before I died, maybe I would have gone along with his little play of getting back together, pretending there were no regrets left in my life.
But I was dead.
I no longer needed Zac’s display of affection.
I lost track of how long Zac stayed by my grave, rambling on and on.
All I remembered was that the sky slowly darkened, and still, he could not bring himself to leave.
But it felt like I was fading away.
I noticed my body becoming transparent, and I could see the road to the afterlife, lined with flowers.
At the other end of that road, a little girl with pigtails seemed to be calling out to me, "Mom."
My body started drifting uncontrollably toward the light, and behind me, I heard Zac screaming desperately.
I did not want to turn back.
I never owed Zac anything.
But love could make people lose their way.
I loved Zac for so many years.
This time, I just wanted to love myself and the child I neve
