“It feels like I died with Luke, alongside all of those kids who looked up from gossiping in the quad, from the useless pages of their books in the library, to meet the barrel of my brother’s gun, his face filled with hate. In a way, I died the moment Luke walked into that library, the moment we came face-to-face. Now I’m trapped in the land of the dead, a barren landscape, shards of bone cutting my feet, their voices a soft chatter, telling me to follow.”
