All Of Us Are Dead
The feeling of being watched when you’re just trying to sleep.
Hindrance is the clingy ex of human existence—it doesn’t take hints, doesn’t leave when you ask nicely, and sure as hell doesn’t care about your schedule.
And you’d think, after death, it’d finally fuck off.
But no.
Turns out even in death, I can’t escape it.
Ain’t that a bitch?
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching Leah breathe in her sleep. Her hair’s all tangled around her face, lips twitching like she was arguing with someone in her dreams. Cute.