Mind you, seeing as Iām not actually ageing, thereās a tiny little bit of wiggle room, isnāt there?
She used to be a girl who didnāt believe in ghosts, but in the end she became one. Because what else but a ghost is she now? A woman with no pulse, trapped between her last heartbeats, whose last second can last almost forever. No short cut through the graveyard this time; letās take the longer way, letās see everything that all of time and space can offer. The death can wait.























