Chapter 1

I died.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I floated in mid-air, watching Megan happily embrace the flowers Lucas brought her.

Then she took out her phone to message me. "These are from Lucas, aren't they pretty?"

This spring, bored, I went back to glance at my overgrown, untended grave.

It was funny, wasn't it? Just flowers?

Flowers would grow on my own grave too.

Megan, seeking attention, continued, "Zoe, why aren't you replying to me?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, Megan fell into Lucas's arms. "Lucas, is Zoe still mad at us? Why hasn't she replied to my messages?"

Lucas also took out his phone, flipping through his chat with me, filled with messages he sent but I never replied to.

The more he read, the darker his face grew, and he said irritably, "Who knows where she's gone off to?"

It was not that I didn't reply to them. I simply couldn't.

I truly died on my last Valentine's Day.