Only the Pretty Lies

by Rebekah Crane

“The only reason moments smell better after they’re gone is because we can’t go back,” Rayne answers. “Even the bad ones tend to smell sweeter than the pain most of the time.” “I don’t know,” I say, piling my dishes next to the sink. “How is the memory of your mom’s death sweet?”

“Because I survived it.” Rayne winks at me.