Not Quite Dead Yet

by Holly Jackson

“See you later,” Jet said, reaching for the door. “Oh,” Billy replied, one arm already inside his fur-lined denim jacket. “I thought…no, yeah, that’s fine.”

aw billy

“It’s better this way,” she said quietly, resting her chin on the dog’s fur. “I thought I was going to have to watch you die someday, after I stole you from Mom and Dad, obviously. Now I’ll be the one checking out first. Sorry, bud. I would’ve missed you, and I know you’ll miss me.”

:,(

One of his arms fell off, though. Ooh, foreshadowing.”

“Who do you think it is? Luke’s dad? And don’t say Darth Vader again, this is serious.”