“ i will just not right now. do your parents know you’re here or did you sneak off again, trouble ? “
downing the rest of his coffee and turning the chair around to face her with a smile.
she blinked slowly still and then laughed , a small child like snort. now waving and then counting on her fingers to calculate.
“ five minutes? uncle tim.. you have to sleep. “
I wasn’t even around the first time you died, you can hate me for being the third but don’t point your finger at me for something I wasn’t even present for.
You can blame us but still shack up with your killer’s partner? Hypocrite at it’s finest.
did you find me when I died the first time ? Let alone the second time? no. You bastards forgot about me , let thee person that did it LIVE … and yet im supposed to believe you can find me? Pffft what a joke.
some family, im good on the side im on now.