On The Edge Of The World

“If we hadn’t died, do you think he would have said yes?” the dead girl asked the dead boy as they sat on the edge of the world.

He thought carefully about his answer. “Does it matter?” he finally replied, gesturing to where they were, what they looked like.

“I think it does.”

“Why?”

“Because I would have hated it if he had said yes,” the dead girl said.

The dead boy’s dead jaw almost fell into the endless abyss before them. He caught it just in time. The dead boy let the pause between them last a little longer, before he walked into the verbal trap she had set before him.

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you,” she answered as if it had been rehearsed. The dead boy wished he had been called to that rehearsal.

“I know,” he said at last, as it was the truth.

For once, the dead boy was glad neither one of them had working hearts. He didn’t think they needed the heartbreak that would follow if he answered the unspoken question dancing in the dead eyes of the dead girl.