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wanting anyone to think I wrote them. I turned on the dyer and smiled at Denise, the girl from the room next to mine who stopped to wash her hands. She was from south Georgia somewhere. Worked in metals or sculpture or something. It was hard keeping track of all the new faces.
    I stayed busy, pulling and drying my hair, but not so much that I noticed Denise face was clear, her eyes bright. She hadn’t been the one crying. I turned off the dryer. “Did you see anyone else in here?”
    “No,” she said, drying her hands. “Why?”
    “I just thought I heard something. No big.”
    I turned on the dryer again and waved to Denise as she left the room. This living with other people thing was hard.
     
    *
     
    “Evan?”
    “Hmm?”
    “What did you think the first time I saw you? Again, I mean.” I clarified. “Here.”
    “That you were dead.”
    “That makes sense.”
    “I knew there was no way back, you know, after the fire, so I figured you must have crossed over yourself.” Evan leaned against my door, the thin sliver of light from the hallway spilling through the crack between the floor and door.
    “I thought it was a dream.”
    “Sort of still is.” He nodded at my unmoving body on the bed.
    “But not.”
    “Right.”
    Neither of us knew why or how this happened, just that after Charlotte tried to rip my soul out of my body and use the shell for her own purposes things changed. The darkness entered my chest and never let up. One night, just after Connor left, I was in my bed, half in and out of sleep, lingering in that hazy place neither here nor there.
    Then the crow appeared. The black bird hopped along my floor, leading me to Evan.
    “Do you think this is wrong? Me coming here?”
    Evan tilted his head to the side and I could barely make out his profile. “I don’t think anything about us has ever been exactly right.” I crawled off the bed and sat across from Evan, Indian style. He took one of my hands in his, the familiar surge rolled across my skin. “Tell me about your day.”
    “Ava and I are going to a party this weekend.”
    “Wow, your first college party. Impressive.”
    “Yep.” I’m rewarded with a huge smile. Between the two of us, we’ve got one life to live.
     
    *
     
    I left the main campus building the next day and found Connor waiting at the bottom of the steps. There was no doubt who or what he was waiting for.
    Crap.
    I wasn’t ready.
    He stood with his hands in his pockets, blocking the way. I willed my nerves to stay calm. We had to do this. I had to do this.
    “Hi,” he said, giving me a small smile. His eyes traveled over my hair and the piercings. The physical differences since we last spoke. He couldn’t see all the changes. Not the ones inside.
    “Hey.”
    His eyes seemed bluer than before but that had to be impossible. “Can we talk?”
    “Sure,” I agreed, not sure at all.
    Connor gestured across the street and led me to an empty bench in the park. He must be nervous too, because he walked too fast, leaving me behind. The top of my head barely met his shoulder now, and I stumbled over a brick paver trying to keep up.
    “You okay?” He asked, his hand steadying my shoulder. I shrugged him off and he took two steps back.
    “I’m fine.”
    “So,” he said, once we sat down. A group of tourists walked by. One of the women stopped and took a photo of a statue behind us. “It’s been a while.”
    “Yeah.”
    “How’s school?”
    “I like it here,” I told him. “Ava and I are rooming together.”
    “I figured. My roommate, Tom, is from England. He’s pretty cool.” We sat side by side but at least a foot apart. I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at him. Connor ran his hand through his hair. He was nervous. Good. “Yeah, I have no idea where to start.”
    “I don’t know if we need to start anything, Connor.”
    He scoffed, obviously not liking my statement. “I’m not trying to start that , Jane. We’re just here together and things