“You’re awake,” said my twin brother from the foot of my bed. He leaned against the wall, his long legs dangling off the edge. Like me, he wore his favorite pajamas, twin to mine, long t-shirts with green plaid pants. Despite our age, my parents insisted on getting their twins matching pajamas for every major holiday. “How are you feeling?”
Gathering my hair into a ponytail, I kicked out a leg and stuck my tongue out at him. “Bite me. You woke me up by stabbing me all over. How do you think I’m feeling? What happened?”
Jude shrugged. “Damned if I know. I’ve gotta be honest, Jas. I’m furious that we’re here. We weren’t supposed to meet again until the end.”
“I’m dead,” I said numbly. “It’s not unexpected.”
“While I can’t speak to your current state of existence, I know you’re not dead.” He gave me a weak smile, pinching my foot as if the physical pain would dull the blow. “Takes one to know one.”
Heartbreak never got easier. “You know.”
“That Mom, Dad, Olivia, and I died? I’ve known for a while. I guess I wasn’t allowed to tell you anything earlier because you were still rooted in the physical world. Now, you’re something else. Let’s just roll with it.”
I wanted to laugh and cry. Jude was still my annoying, bossy older brother, tapping his long fingers impatiently and waiting for his little sister to get on with it. I leaned back against my headboard and hugged my knees to my chest. “Fine. I’m in the in-between place. Why? Is this permanent?”
“No idea. I get the feeling that I can keep you company occasionally.”
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