[At midnight tomorrow, you'll turn thirteen. Excited?]
[You have no idea — I'm so excited, just thinking about finally leaving this monotonous life!]
[Since tomorrow will be your last day on Earth, how about we spend the whole day together? You know, so I can hold on to a good memory of you before you disappear forever.]
[That's exactly what I was about to ask you! Let's do this: tomorrow afternoon, come pick me up outside middle school at 2:30 PM. And don't you dare be even a minute late, got it!]
[I won't be late, don't worry. See you tomorrow.]
[See you tomorrow, my super beloved Jace.]
That was the text conversation from last night between me and Melania. I figured she'd want to spend the day with me just as much as I wanted to spend it with her, so I had no doubt she'd accept.
But it isn't only the urge for one last fuck before goodbye that pushed me to invite her… it's more like… something else. Something much more important.
