Beautiful Graves

by L.J. Shen

“What if I’m not fucking awesome?” “You are,” he says, sure as the morning sun. “If you were mediocre, you wouldn’t be running circles in my head.”

“Is it always like that?” I whisper. He knows exactly what I’m asking, because he shakes his head and says, “No, Ever. It’s never like that. This . . .” He dips his head, kissing the shell of my ear. “This is heaven. This is worthy of death.”

“I loved you, Ever Lawson. But I want you to know, you’re the worst thing that’s ever fucking happened to me.”